#the wind is kind of a fickle reaper

[bunnybirds]

Page 43! The wonderful graphic designer assigned to my book (shout out to Chris!) thought to use this page in the place of a traditional book summary on the back of the hardcover addition! What a great idea! I feel like this page really captures the conflict between Aster (the white bunny) and Carlin (the red-orange-brown bunny) without giving too much away. I also like that the wind makes an appearance, since the wind holds a lot of spiritual significance for these characters.

[rrasado]

Hello! Its me hearts-chan! Hope your having a wonderful day rras ❤❤

May i request a headcannon for the first years with an mc who is pretty much a grim reaper (like ones in black butler if you have watched it) and make it platonic 😊

Again have a great day! 💘💝💖💗💓💞💕❣❤🧡💛💚💙💜💟

Met at Scythe point

I’ve only ever watched book of circus from Black butler so I’m gonna rely on my research for the accuracy of these headcanons kddkn. BE PREPARED-

When you’re a reaper

The guy was probably on another routine for the sake of the rules of the queen of hearts. The gardens of Heartslabyul needed tending to and it just so happened he saw the tool he needed- well goddamit it ace you should know by now that there is more to what meets the eye-

Suffice it to say, the way you just seemingly come out of nowhere to snatch back your precious weapon made him realize a lot of things on the spot. One of them being how you’ve always been faster than most.

Whether you tell him yourself or not, Ace is gonna figure out on his own how you’re not...purely human. But hey- If you do tell him yourself- he’s gonna ask you one thing and one thing in particular-

“Oi...who’s gonna die soon-“

and then you hit him. It’s not like you’re actually there specifically for someone heck you just winded up here after a mistake in the dispatching process. But overall ace would go from care free to careful.

He’ll try to goof around less and use that energy to just- observe you as much as he can, because admit it or not yknow he himself has more than meets the eye. Friend or foe which one are you to eachother I wonder...

Deuce well...oddly enough he’s already noticed something from you from the start.

Call it solidarity or whatever- but he’s sensed that air of subdued superiority on you since day one, that’s coming from someone who’s surrounded himself with a diverse bunch of people in his ruffian days.

But he never dared question your hyphened abilities, maybe you were just like him or the others who are born athletic? No there’s really something irking him whenever you jump...as if defying gravity itself.

“Trey senpai said there was a mower in need of fixing...ah-“

...wrong mower deuce- no even better the way you just swung the mower out of his reach over your head like it’s nothing is just- please explain before the bb gets even more confused about the laws of life, he doesn't trust himself about anything anymore after the egg incident-

Hm...you broke him. No but on a serious note- he’s gonna have a hard time wrapping his head around the concept of...his friend being a supervisor of death. But hey, you’re both learning in the process right? He’ll try too maintain the prior dynamic you already had but...god remind him to be cautious around gardening tools-

It was fine he was fine we were all fine- great seven did you just leap off the school building- wait you’re fine? You were just reviewing something? WHAT IN GREAT SEVEN’S NAME DO YOU NEED TO REVIEW ON THE CASTLE SPIRAL-

Jack takes it the hardest in terms of accepting it. By that I meant- you...keep tabs on the cycle of life and death... he does not hear he does not hear-

The first year savanaclaw student takes a good few days to process the news. In that duration he wonders whether his view on who is good and who is bad kinda...topples. But when he talks to you again and continues your already established friendship, he’ll learn that one’s character doesn’t always align with what they do.

“Hey...do you enjoy your duty.?”

It was an innocent question one he meant well in, he just wanted to confirm many things but the way you became reluctant just...told him that it’s not a good conversation topic in broad daylight.

Overall, he’s gonna put his faith in you as he continues to stay by your side, you are after all still his friend...despite being probably able to surmise the lives of those near their end but- that's Not something he should be worrying right now.

Epel...took it the wrong way- No dear, as much as it seems cool it’s not...all power and glory.

The initial admiration quickly turns into abstract fear when it finally sinks into him how you’re not...a glorified guide to the afterlife with a cool oversized blade. The stories painted your kind wrong in this world huh?

In short- be prepared for having to catch him before he stumbles to the ground- fully denying his terror when you ask him if he’s alright while shaking a bit in your arms. You’ll have to explain it very slowly and lightly to him how no you’re also not the type of reaper that forcefully reaps out souls from bodies in a spur of crimson

“E-eh-...you’re still our friend right?”

Assurance is key with him, so treat him slowly but surely whilst not hiding every single fact from him. It’s a fickle balance but it’s definitely something that’ll pay off once he comes into terms with the fact.

And when he does...you can bet he’ll use your status as a cool threat to others. Not everybody has a Grim Reaper as a buddy right? Take that you cunts-

I pray for this boy’s soul, literally- the moment you accidentally reveal your true status he just- instantly feels the need to channel all his faith into his one and only waka sama.

Like Epel, sebek would take it the wrong way...thinking of your revelation as a pathetic attempt at a prank, he's seen how most students at school do such childish ministrations. How would you be any different?

By all means you are on every level different, the diasominan resident's denial diminishes when he slowly recounts every instance with you. You weren't his everyday ruffian were you...there's certainty in every action you execute, and when you act on your goals your drive is unstoppable.

"Huma- n-no...you..."

The way he attempts to keep up his boisterous personality with you is both amusing and pitiful. Honestly...his perception of those with power and those beneath become blurry. Heck he wonders where you truly stand compared to the young master.

You're gonna have to assure him that despite your inhumane nature you aren't some omnipotent being like he thinks... Omnipotence born from tragedy is not a blessing of authority, at least.. that's what you thinks anyways.

[grand-alter]

Flirting with Death

Cross-Posted from my entry of the same name on FFN and AO3.

Nothing... this duty has yielded nothing but anguish for every soul which found its way to him. His heart no longer felt for their grief, but a particular exception did catch his eye. Perhaps, this could finally be it... his chance to bend the system.

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Mortal life…

Quite the intriguing privilege for those of the material plane, yet it had been wasted on beings like the ones of humanity. They held a rather profound sense of duty and honor… but they were such fickle creatures regardless. No matter how far they played out their insignificant lives, they would simply perish from the pitiable consequences of human nature.

…And he dealt in passing along each and every one of those same beings.

It was sheer monotony…

Their souls would only pass on and reincarnate into a new cycle.

…Another existence of despair and futility.

But it was his duty, in spite of how it perpetuated such a hopeless world of people.

Though, he was beyond it… he followed that routine, but he was beyond it…

During his contemplation on that matter, the ominous entity had been standing within the shifting mist of a boundless void. As his mind was set on those thoughts, he perks up from sensing another presence before him, the arrival of another soul.

Yet another victim to this pointless loop of misery…

It was a young woman… a petite girl who possessed brown eyes and blonde hair. As the girl looked at the surrounding expanse from perplexity, the reaper regards her appearance.

“Your time in life has ended. Now… you must pass.”

She freezes up from hearing those chilling words be uttered to her, but she still turns her sight over toward the looming figure who was shrouded in a flowing cloak before her.

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“None can escape a fate such as this… That is all.”

At those solemn words, she almost locks into place on the spot, just staring at him say that.

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Hm… no response at all. So, another silent one. Not that uncommon. Most souls would either reject the deity or accept him in kind.

But quite a few… like this one, remained speechless throughout the encounter. Perhaps broken from realizing the gravity of their demise.

As he held his keen sight on the girl standing before him, she collapses onto her knees, still not uttering any kind of sound.

Seems he must drag another one along, but it would be a simple task. He begins walking toward the girl who was hanging her head. She lays motionless, unmoving in the face of death itself.

He soon comes to a stop before her so that he could kneel down in front of her, and he sets his fingers to her chin. As she shivered from that brief contact, he lifts her face back up. But when her features came into view, he realizes what her case might have been.

Her eyes… her round eyes. They were… void of any light or will to live. Beyond just pain, this spirit was hollow. Quite fascinating of a sight. Such a pure and honest soul… broken and overcome by sorrow till the end.

How pitiable for a being like her, but…

“Hm…”

Alone…

No one but himself… likely just like her life prior. If he was so above it all, maybe…

The reaper straightens himself back up, resolved in his deliberation on that, and he extends his hand down toward the quiet girl.

“Do you… wish to live?”

She freezes up at that gesture from him, staring off at his offer. The girl continues remaining paralyzed from a mixture of terror and wonderment.

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But… she soon reaches out for the limb, trembling due to her shambled form. And when her fingers came into contact with his, she flinches at truly feeling him, but she goes through on it.

His hand was as cold as the abyss… but it was more than she had ever been given before.

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A dreadful air had been present throughout the confines of his domain, stretching from the central room of the immense structure. Within that chamber, a robed figure was lounging on a throne at the top of a staircase, his crimson eyes locked on the large windows before him.

As the quiet man had monitored what was beyond those panes, watching countless sparkles of light shifting around in that bottomless space, his chin had been resting on his fist. The hood of his dark cloak had also been pulled away from his head, revealing his messy, brown hair.

Decade after decade, century after century… his duty had become tedious.

But, the past several years for him had been rather… interesting.

In the next few moments, the hem of his robe begins swaying from a sudden wind picking up in his throne room. As the swirling wind began intensifying around him, he feels a wicked smirk come to his face at that, noticing the gale concentrate itself near the base of the stairs.

The black winds of that tempest then scatter away in an instant, unveiling a mysterious figure who was clad in a uniform of red and black. It was a young woman… a rather familiar girl who bore a chilling grin across her face, in spite of the blood which stained her body and garbs.

As the yellowish glow from outside shined off of the black roses on her silky, blonde hair, the girl begins stepping up toward the man on the throne, licking at the blood near her lips. She soon reaches the robed man, not bothered at all by him witnessing her messy state.

Before he could utter anything to her, she sets herself down on the pant leg of his lap, knowing he would not object to such a brazen act. As she laid her head against his shoulder, he wraps an arm around her lithe waist, pulling her closer toward his torso.

He sets his other hand to her chin, lifting her face toward seeing his own, “Did you enjoy your trip, Philei?”

As he gazed into her round, orange eyes, she gives a little smirk to his question, “Oh, Zhn…”

She leans in toward his ear at that, removing his hand from her face, “...Every last second of it.”

When she opened her small hand in response, a myriad of ethereal spheres emerge from her palm. As she giggled from whispering that, he gives a quick wave of his hand, making each and every one of those orbs vanish from their presence.

As numerous ripples dotted the space beyond the room, he takes her chin into his hand, running his fingers across her soft skin, “So… how did it go, my dear?”

She stifles another giggle from him asking that, a light blush on her cheeks, “Hm, it was pure bliss. So many people to find, so much blood to spill. And especially for today…”

When she let that excited giggle break out, he raises an eyebrow at her, “Found more of those girls? From Yasogami?”

She gives him a twisted smile at that curiosity of his, “They were taking quite the… dangerous route back home… I just couldn’t resist the opportunity.”

She looks down at her bloodied hands, feeling them shake from excitement at the mere thought of that, “They were practically begging for it. I… tore them limb from limb. It felt so good ripping out one of their throats while all of the others watched.”

As he stared at her showing that elation from committing such an atrocity, she stuffs a hand into her lap, relishing in that memory for all of its worth, “Their terrified screams… the looks on their faces… I could’ve indulged in them forever.”

When she gave her words on that event, he pulls her back into a close embrace, calming her down from that sadistic fervor. She almost gasps from the intimate contact, but she feels herself relax from his arms being wrapped around her in the silence of that grand chamber.

He returns his gaze to her own in the lull of that discussion, seeing her expression become flushed due to their proximity, “Splendid work… always a pleasure knowing your results.”

When he gave her a warm smile in light of that remark, she returns the smile in kind, “Of course… anything for my savior.”

As the light of the souls beyond the room illuminated them, he then wraps an arm around her neck, pulling her into a passionate kiss. She wraps her own arms around his neck as she enjoyed the deepness of that act, feeling her blush grow darker from the heated exchange.

During that period, he sets a hand onto the back of her head, keeping her locked there in the session of warmth between them. They soon part from their kiss, huffing in the aftermath.

When they steadied their breaths from that, she rests her head back on his shoulder, “You are mine… and I am yours, my dear.”

Yes… and it would be as such to no end for those beings of death in that world. Quite the delight for the deity… and his angel.

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Well, this kinda came out of nowhere... and now I feel conflicted about it. I did just do my 'perfect happy ending' story for Zen and Rei, and I immediately follow it up with a 'dark and edgy' AU which is basically a weird inverse of that same Good Ending. Now I feel 100% more trashy as a writer.

But regardless, I did make this as a sort of Evil Beginning in relation to that Good Ending. It basically comes down to 'What if Zhn was as heartless and malevolent as Chronos instead of being its benevolent human counterpart?'. And as he got fed up with doing his work, what would also happen to Niko when she eventually meets him upon her death in the year of 1999.

And this is the result, Zhn keeping her as his own personal item who could keep him company and vent her frustrations on the people she resents. And for those of you wondering, those 'Yasogami Girls' were not any of the P4 girls since that part would have occurred at some point during the mid-2000s.

[resbangmod]

Resbang 2015 Throwbacks, Week 6

Time to get hype for this year’s Resbang, and what better way to do so than to check out the ghosts of Resbangs Past!

Come say hi to this year’s participants and mods on Discord!

This year’s schedule can be found here: beep

Check out these entries from resbang 2015!

[M] i hope it hurts (enough to make you cry) [Soul/Maka, Black Star/Tsubaki, Stein/Marie, Jackie/Kim, Sid/Nygus]

A month after the massive ‘Kishin’ virus outbreak, Soul Evans finds himself on a journey across the US to find his brother. On his way, he picks of a traveling, pigtailed spit fire and encounters life changing people and events. Through a newly apocalyptic world, Soul tries his best to hold onto the shred of humanity he has while trying to find the last part of his family, even if it means becoming someone - or something - he’s not.

Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit violence, explicit gore, explicit language, torture, crude humor, major character death, minor character death

by author: @hidding-in-shadows​

with artist: @likasashes​

Read it here: [ff.net][tumblr]

View it here: [tumblr]

[T] The Devil We Know [Liz & Patty, minor Soul/Maka]

Wes Evans has been murdered in cold blood over Thanksgiving weekend, and Soul is the only family member without an alibi. With Shibusen’s top agents tied up at a witches summit, Kid sends Liz and Patty Thompson to the scene. The sisters-turned-sleuths discover that not only does every suspect have a secret to hide, but the specter of a woman long-dead hangs over the entire family. 

When it comes to murder, its not the unknown we must fear. It’s the devil we know.

Warnings: Post-manga, canon typical violence, offscreen murder, suicide mention, incest mention, spooky situations

by author: @lucyrne​

with artist: @notzilon​

Read it here: [ff.net][ao3]

View it here: [tumblr]

[M] Red Skies [Gen, minor: Stein/Marie, Free/Eruka, Kilik/Liz, Jackie/Kim, Arachne/Asura, Kid/Maka]

Maka learns that not all stories have a happy ending when a “wish��� sends her down a different path. To a reality where Soul never became a death scythe, where the last Grim Reaper sits imprisoned in chains, where madness rules, and the skies are permanently dyed red…

Warnings: violence, major character death, past kidnapping, execution, blood, minor gore/body horror, serious injury, physical and mental torture, mental trauma, ptsd, insanity, general angst. 

by author: Crimson Lia, dead link

with artist: @tilliquoi​

Read it here: [ff.net][ao3]

View it here: [tumblr]

[M] Troubadour [[Marie, Toilet, Chair, Stein] [Oni, Excalibur, Arachne] [BlackStar, His Right Fist, Fried Chicken] [Soul, Piano] [Liz, Chainsaw] [Patty, Ikea] [Tsubaki, Happiness] [Sun, Moon]]

A bard named Westerdore tells a tale of the fickle heart in a time where love is far more difficult than fighting dragons. He speaks of a woman and her porcelain soul, crushed by none other than a man and his rolling spirit’s selfish desires. He chuckles a legend of another and her loneliness, and a boy and his ivory tune. He sings of a story as ancient as the red, painted caves, a journey of the most devilish of powers and how they loved themselves far greater than another. He whispers the hymn of a boy and the godless nights he spends with nothing more than his hand, and then how he comes to experience something more. He explains of a girl stuck in her wanderlust for new sights and wonder, and her cousin who chases her until she reaches her own end with her own lust sated. He laughs for a beat about a girl who gives herself to the forest in her journey for her happiness. And finally, he tells about how the sun wanted the moon and so much more– how they all wanted so much more.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Major Character Death(s), Cursing, Actual VooDoo Cursing, Personified Inanimate Characters, Debauchery, Defecation, No Sign of Holy Water To Quench Thirst, Food Kink, Vulgar Language, Violence

by author: L0chn3ss

with artist: @victoriapyrrhi​

Read it here: [ff.net]

View it here: [pinterest]

[M] Without You, I Am Lost [Soul/Maka, Death the Kid/Liz, Tsubaki/Black Star]

Maka, Black Star, and Kid wake up in the desert; beaten, left for dead, and weaponless. Unknown to the meisters, their partners have been kidnapped by a group of witches, meant to be robbed of their soul energy in attempt to use it for themselves. Both groups are on desperate missions to reunite with their partners; one on a grueling journey across scorching deserts and frigid wilderness, the other struggling to escape from the witches’ torture. But insecurities and wicked inner demons threaten their reunion, and time is running out. The weapons are slowly dying. The meisters are getting reckless. Fear of losing each other threatens to separate them forever. But are their bonds as partners strong enough to keep them fighting even when they’re apart?

Warnings: Body horror, language, anxiety and depression mentions, ANGST

by author: Meisterkasper, dead link

with artist: Code425, dead link

and artist: Judoletteflip (@makapedia​)

Read it here: [ff.net][ao3]

View it here: [Code425: [tumblr]] [Judoletteflip: [tumblr]]

[T] Riding the Changing Winds [Gen, Soul & Maka]

As part of her witch training, Maka has to leave home with her familiar, Soul, and live on her own for at least a year. Eager to prove her bravery, she chooses a little town in Germany, where all kinds of different (and probably dangerous) creatures live. A tale of travel and friendship, spotted with trials of both the emotional and physical variety along the way, from finding housing to experiences in the rougher areas of town to meeting new people to close friends who may be more than they seem.

Warnings: fantasy violence, some blood

by author: Kona, dead link

and author: Senwe 

with artist: @s-puff​

Read it here: [ff.net]

View it here: [tumblr]