#that being said i'm halfway through unicorn and it is REALLY reminding me of this series

[emiliosandozsequence]

oh shit the first episode of the second part of g-witch comes out tomorrow!!!!!

[sschmendrick]

Hmmm I don't know if it was in the chapter's end notes and I missed it but...nooo 😭 why would you do me like that? What do you mean that was the end of the set up? I new we had it too good, almost a third of the fic being peaceful-ish and them being a superb duo. I was waiting for the other shpe to drop but I got lulled into a sense of security by seeing them be adorable. I'm halfway through the next chapter and I was still blissfully unaware :')

About this chapter though, I think I shouldn't talk more or I'm going to start sounding crazy (I am very very sorry for the massive comment I let you, I hope I didn't ramble too much).

First off Unicorns!! How lovely to see these creatures. Is that 1st gen? I remember them having lateral strips for their stomachs before turning all smooth. The idea of unicorns being made of cables and electronics being able to be operated on is so interesting. Especially still being conscious while Zargothrax is hands deep in her belly.

And talking of Zargothrax. The yoga pants, the sandals, the black tshirt, the hair bun? Amazing. Man is gorgeous at all time of day and night no matter what he wears. And again with the wristband but this time it's glowing. So I'm guessing it's like a wizard phone/database of some sort? And the wheels of his plank being magical too haha. That is so awesome.

Goodness is Ralathor thin! And so so simple in his clothing choice (but you can still see texture so he isn't fashion sense-less). Also I just really love his long hair. Everytime you draw long haired Ralathor I smile.

Love the background once again. It's so simple and obvious but it works perfectly. The open toolbox, the note stuck to the wall when they have a ridiculous amount of screens, the extremely cool looking power source under the desk (and is that a frog on it ?!??!) Gosh I love everything about your illustrations 😅

Another thing I want to say about unicorns (because how can you not love them). In this fic so far we haven't met many other people/creature out of Ralathor and Zargothrax. The wizard telling Zargy Ralathor will be his scion had no name, there were just people in the street of cowdenbeath, and the smith's name in passing, but Zargothrax showed much more interest in the unicorns than he did most things so far. That got me thinking. He said the unicorns on earth, especially his (and Ralathor's by virtue of living with his) showed a level of personality they wouldn't be able to on Mezchinhar. He is now shown taking the time to improve her but also respond to her when she reacts to him tampering with her circuits. He seems to love unicorns a lot. So when you are reminded that he corrupted them into undead unicorns...I wonder how much out of love this was done. Not to harm them but to allow them to live with him in harmony. I don't know seeing him now he doesn't seem like the type to hurt a unicorn.

Hmmm~  💖  Some slight tension but still, everything is fine. Savor the moment where everything is still alright…because this is the end of the “set up” - troubles will start happening next week~

[memesiders]

Part 2

Death x OC Office AU

(I'm so glad you guys seem to like this, thank y'all!!!)

It was only when I had gotten home and changed into pajamas that I realized my phone wasn't in my bag.

After a twenty minute search, I had decided that my phone must've fallen out when Strife pushed my bag out of the chair. I thought I'd picked up everything, but I was wrong. I didn't want to go back, so I decided that I'd call there and ask when my sisters got home. Until then, I made myself comfortable on the couch and started binging some baking competition show. It only helped a little in distracting me from my thoughts. The receptionist job had been the latest in a long line of job offers I'd been turned down for. Not even a dishwashing job had wanted me.

I didn't know why I was so unlucky with jobs, and I hated to think of how disappointed Safiya would be. She called in a few favors to get me that interview and I'd blown it. No, that asshole had done that.

Thinking about Death brought a scowl to my face, and the anger that had left me in that elevator slowly started bubbling up again.

"What's his deal," I asked myself out loud, rolling off of the couch and heading to the kitchen. "He thinks he can just treat people like that? Like they're not worth his time?" I yanked open the fridge and blew out a hard breath, shaking my head. I grabbed a blueberry yogurt and shut the fridge with a little more force than necessary. "What a prick," I grabbed a spoon out of a drawer, "and he barely even looked at my resumé.

"Like he already knew he wasn't gonna give me the job."

I slammed the drawer shut as I finished my thought and angrily shuffled back to the couch. "Who the hell does he think he is?" I plopped back down and tore the top off of my yogurt, licking it off and eating a spoonful. Why was I so bothered by this? "He probably thinks he can get away with anything because he's powerful and good looking..." I pictured his face in my mind; his strong jaw, defined cheekbones, and piercing eyes the color of fiery cinders... Not to mention the muscles hidden beneath his clothes.

Wait, what was I saying? I shook my head quickly and focused back on the show, finishing my yogurt. I just needed to get laid or something, not think about assholes. Although that was hard to do when I shared a room with a sixteen year old.

"We're home!" I jumped upright as the front door swung open, slamming into the wall as my little sister walked in. The action reminded me of Strife and I couldn't help but let out a soft snort. Neema tossed her backpack onto the couch next to me and fell into the recliner, swinging her legs over one of the armrests. "Today was absolutely terrible." I arched a brow at her and smiled.

"Oh, and why is that?" I asked, moving her bag to the floor.

"Go ahead and tell her why I had to leave work to come grab you," Safiya said grumpily, locking the front door. She had a bag of groceries in one hand.

"I told you it wasn't my fault! I didn't start it, I just finished it." I looked between the two, noticing the disapproving glance Safiya gave her. Neema rolled her eyes and looked at me. "Some girls were picking on Lyriel and calling her a half breed, so I hit them."

"Not only did you hit them, you broke one of their noses!"

"They deserved it! No one calls Lyriel a half breed and gets away with it!" I cracked a small smile at her outburst.

"Well I think it was justified," I said, reaching over to high five her. Safiya groaned and went into the kitchen, muttering something under her breath. I chuckled and propped my feet up on the coffee table. "So, was Lyriel grateful for you defending her? Maybe she gave you a little kiss on the cheek?" I laughed as Neema's light brown cheeks started to redden, her eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"Shut up," she muttered. "You know she didn't."

"She might have if you told her you liked her." Neema groaned and shifted in the chair, rolling her eyes at me.

"She's my friend; I can't just tell her I've had a huge crush on her for the last five years! What if it ruins our friendship? What if she only likes boys? Do you know how awkward that'd be?"

"Hey, you'll never know unless you take the leap!" She picked up the recliner pillow and threw it at me, a smile gracing her face. I laughed and blocked it from hitting me, clutching the pillow to my stomach. Neema's crush was so cute, but I understood her hesitation. The one time I'd confessed to my friend I'd liked him, he told me he was disgusted by the thought of dating a human, and then had slowly disappeared from my life. Not the best example for her.

"What about you? Why haven't you gone out with anyone," she asked, quick to change the subject.

"I have to focus on finding a job before I go back to dating," I answered, throwing the pillow back at her. It hit her in the face and she laughed, tucking it under her legs. "I can't focus on dating when I can't even afford to help chip in around here."

"Speaking of job," Safiya piped in, appearing from the kitchen. "How did the interview go? Did you get the job?" My smile fell and I thinned my lips, leaning back against the couch. Safiya sighed disappointedly and took a seat next to me. "Really? Again?"

"It wasn't my fault," I rushed out. "The dude made me wait an hour and he was a total asshole!"

"Was he hot," Neema asked. "The hot ones are always assholes."

"Smokin'." She 'ahh'd' and nodded, shooting a finger gun at me.

"It doesn't matter if he was an asshole or not," Safiya hissed. She rubbed her temples and leaned back. She suddenly looked very tired, and I felt even worse about my actions earlier; I might've been able to talk him into hiring me if I hadn't flipped out. "We barely have enough to pay rent this month. I don't know what we're gonna do for food until my next paycheck; I spent the rest of our money on food for this week." Neema frowned and crawled out of the chair, coming over and pulling Safiya into her arms.

"We'll be okay," she reassured her. "We're always okay, and if I need to, I can try applying at McDonalds or something." Safiya sniffled and patted her back, shaking her head. Now I was feeling even worse.

"I left my phone there on accident," I said softly. "I'll go back tomorrow and try to talk with the guy again. I'll apologize and maybe he'll give me a janitorial position or something." Safiya smiled a little and grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze. "I'm sorry, Saf."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for," she said, squeezing my hand again. "I've just been stressed lately. I'm trying to get as much overtime as possible and taking double shifts left and right. I guess I've just been burning myself out. I'm sorry for being so upset with you..." I gave her a small smile and crawled over, joining my sisters in a hug. Safiya laughed and wrapped one of her arms around me. "We'll just have to make it work.

"It's nothing we haven't faced before, right?" Neema and I voiced our agreement and the three of us stayed like that for a while, just hugging each other. I would definitely be going back to that place tomorrow, and I'd do everything in my power to try and get a job, even if I had to suck someone's dick; I had to do something to help my family out.

We untangled ourselves after ten minutes, Safiya excusing herself to go change out of her work clothes. Neema and I laid back on the couch, flipping through Netflix and Hulu to decide what to watch next.

"We're not watching another cupcake show," she said, trying to grab the remote from my hand.

"We're not watching another anime either," I replied, moving the remote further away from her. "You got to watch it all day yesterday!"

"I'm only halfway through Fullmetal Alchemist!" I opened my mouth to tell her too bad when there was a loud knock on the door.

"Can one of you get that?" Safiya shouted from her room. Neema and I stared at each other.

"You get it," I said, still holding the remote away from her.

"No, you get it," she said, struggling to grab the device from me. "I had a long and hard day at school."

"I had a long and emotional day being interviewed." She scoffed and crawled on top of me, grabbing for the remote. I laughed and pushed against her, stretching my arm as far out as I could.

"Gee, thanks you two," Safiya said, appearing from down the hall. She walked past us and plucked the remote from my hand, continuing to the door. Neema and I both whined and turned to see who was here. She set the remote on the side table next to the door and opened it. "Hello, what do you wa-?" She stopped suddenly, her face paling slightly. Neema and I stretched our necks, trying to see who was at the door.

"Is it another door to door salesman," Neema asked, crawling onto me again to try and see. I grunted and fell against the couch, groaning.

"Get your big butt off of me," I demanded, voice muffled by the couch cushions. I could barely see Safiya.

"Good evening," a familiar voice said. "Is Miss Banks here?"

"Depends on which one you're asking for," Safiya answered, seeming to have recovered from her momentary shock.

"I met her earlier today and it seems she forgot something." It suddenly clicked.

"What the fuck is he doing here," I whispered, shimmying out from under my sister. I climbed over the back of the couch and ran to the door to make sure I was correct. Sure enough, there was Death, looking as handsome and calm as he had when I'd first met him. His eyes met mine and I bit down on my tongue, holding back the tirade of curses I wanted to let loose on him. You have to stay calm, I reminded myself. Try and get a job.

"Nice to see you again, Miss Banks," Death said, looking me up and down slowly. I suddenly became aware of the fact I was wearing unicorn pajamas shorts and had not one ounce of makeup on. Embarrassing, to say the least. Not that I'd let him know that. I placed my hands on my hips and tipped my head up.

"Mister... Death, sir," I replied, immediately wanting to crawl into a hole afterwards. He chuckled and I felt my cheeks warm, the urge to run away starting to creep up on me.

"Sir is just fine." I snorted and Safiya smacked the back of my head, warning me to behave.

"Would you like to come in?" she asked politely.

"For a moment, if it's not too intrusive." She waved him words away and stepped aside, pulling me with her when I made no move to let him in. He entered slowly, looking around. What, was our apartment not nice enough for him? Was he going to berate the decor? "You have a lovely home."

"Thank you, can I offer you some water?"

"No, thank you, I won't be here for long. I just came to see Aziza." The way my name rolled off his tongue gave me a weird sensation, like feathers tickling my skin. He looked at me suddenly and I briefly wondered if he'd somehow noticed what his voice had done to me. "Can we speak in private?" I wanted to tell him no, to twist his arm behind his back and throw him out like he'd had Amber do to me, but I couldn't; if there was any way I could possibly get a job, I had to bite my tongue and be a good girl. I nodded at him and motioned for him to follow me, heading to mine and Neema's room.

Our room wasn't the cleanest, honestly, but it was about as private as we could get. He walked in after me and closed the door, looking over the room with a disapproving stare.

"Why did you come," I asked, knowing that both of my sisters were probably eavesdropping. Death reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a cellphone; my cellphone, to be exact.

"I heard this meowing under my desk," he said. I blushed and took the phone from him, muttering a thank you. "I'm sorry about my brother; he's always an asshole."

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree apparently," I muttered. His eyes narrowed and I sighed, my shoulders dropping. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

"Yes you did, don't apologize." His words were matter of fact but there was a kindness in his tone. "I... Regret, how I acted today. The way I treated you wasn't entirely fair." Was that an apology I was hearing? "The truth is, I hate hiring new people.

"I've been avoiding finding someone new for a while now." I cracked a small smile; I could understand that. "Amber informed me that I might have been too harsh, though I don't see how." My smile dropped slightly; he was really bad at apologizing. "I took another look at your file. I think there might be something you can offer to me after all." I perked up slightly.

"I'll see you at 9 AM sharp, Monday morning," he finished. He nodded and turned, opening the door. Neema and Safiya stumbled into the room, falling over each other. Death looked down and them and then to me, smirking. "Apple doesn't fall far from the tree." I couldn't hold back the giggle that rose in me. He said goodbye to the girls and stepped over them, heading to the door.

I ran into the hallway. "Wait, does this mean I got the job?" I called after him.

"Why else would I tell you to come?" I smiled, my lips stretching across my face. He waved without looking back and shut the door behind him as he left. I was buzzing now.

"Wait, he gave you the job?" Neema asked, sounding as shocked as I was. I turned to them and nodded.

"I have a job!" I jumped onto them, joining them on the floor. We hugged each other tightly, Safiya screaming about how happy she was. This was my golden opportunity right here and now I couldn't blow it.

I wouldn't blow it.