Asmo: Breathe if you admit your love for MC or recite the bible in Japanese if you wont
Mammon, holding his breath: 初めに、神は天と地を創造されました。そして地球は形がなく、空っぽでした。そして闇が深淵の面にあった。そして、神の霊が水の面を動いた。….
Asmo:
Asmo: Is that actually Japanese??
Levi: I can confirm that this in fact, is Japanese
Asmo: WHEN DID HE LEARN JAPANESE??
“c’mon, megumi. tell me what’s botherin’ ya.” satoru pouts at megumi, his arm thrown around the boy’s shoulders. you watch the scene unfold with a tense smile.
megumi was exhausted from school, training and so much more. the teenager’s patience was wearing thin. especially with satoru almost pressuring him into telling you both what’s weighing on his mind. when all he wants is to be left alone at the moment.
the tone satoru’s using to talk to megumi only pisses the high schooler off more and more. it’s fatherly. like he’s still the little child satoru took in and cared for. it pissed megumi off, along with everything else;
“you’re not my dad, so stop fucking acting like you are!”
you freeze. satoru freezes. megumi freezes. time freezes. the silence was deafening. no one was moving. your eyes flicker over to satoru’s and your heart shatters in a million pieces.
satoru’s hurt. so hurt. it’s visible and he’s not hiding it — not hiding it like he usually would behind a wide grin. his blindfold and glasses aren’t there to hide the way his face falls either.
“i know.” satoru whispers. his voice lost its cheery tone, his eyes have lost their spark. the sorcerer slowly distances himself from megumi. a bitter chuckle leaves his lips. a futile attempt to hide his shaky voice, “i know.”
all you could do is stand there in shock. megumi doesn’t know what to do after his little outburst either. and satoru. . . well, satoru is the first one out of the room. you hear his breath hitch as he walks past you. you see his eyes twitch. the strongest, in tears.
reblogging to make all of u miserable so we can cry together
men become more beautiful with extra hands, eyes, mouths :D
This crazy but beautiful looking man. And yes they do, yes they do. 😔👌 ❤️
(Not mine, but thank you to whoever drew this, I don’t have the exact person but thank you!)
If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading
Forever tied…
By me; b1kaledope
We were arranged for marriage by our parents. A political gain was what all we were for them. You were sold off like a prized mare to the highset bidder, which was my family. My father…the King himself. You are very withdrawn. No hige amount of emotion was seen to leak out of you. I, for one, was very aware of this and honestly didn’t care.
A few years later my father passed on. The whole land mourns for the former king’s passing and at the same time jubilant for the next in line to take up the kingdom’s golden throne. A high honour bestowed onto me…or I thought to be. I was never deemed to be a good man but nor a horrible one.
I just did things that gained myself higher in this political and pitiful world of anarchy as anyone else would do. Only things that would bring me benefits. I then made you watch your people be slaughtered in front of you. You never showed an ounce of remorse or pain. This very much disturbed me. Making me dive into your background, filling myself up to the brim on thought of you, theories, wonders…Only to come and find a horror story being painted right before my eyes. The words on this page do not seem like anything out of the ordinary if not looking closely at them.
Report after report. Oblivious to what I was doing. You came rapping on my door. Asking if we could have tea together. This was new, both you coming to me and me seeing you as not plain but ethereal. But, thoughts of what I read burn behind my eyes. Guilt, pain, anger zapped through my body. Wondering how such a small thing could have endured and lived to see the new day after all of you’ve been through. After agreeing to have tea with you. Still never seeing you express yourself more than a small smile. Withdrawn but polite. Eyes, dull, deluded of life.
I started to feel things I hadn’t before. Being cold when you weren’t around, sluggish even; not wanting to do anything when you weren’t guaranteed to be around. Yet, the warmth of a thousand suns warms me when I see you, either it be just a glimpse or full on eye contact. My head spinned into a fog of soft cotten whenever trying to ask or talk to you. Like, if I were still a young boy. The muscles in my abdomen would flutter, making me anxious…no, not anxious. Just very, very, nervous.
My smiles felt more genuine, less forced. My mood would seem to lift like a fog does after a beautiful storm. You became my everything. You did smile your small withdrawn smile more when you were with me. But, never was I ever certain you were reciprocating my feelings. My love, my warmth. Until that unfateful day…
The kingdom is not very pleased about our relationship. Thinking I needed a more bold, more beautiful woman by my side. That day was the end of us but the beginning of my search. Your tea was poisoned. In those moments I didn’t dare to think but to act. I sprung up grabbing you. Tilting those oh-so-full pink delicate lips to mine. Taking in the same poison. Slipping off with you into the other side as the poison took its wrath out on our delicate human bodies. That was the day I have ever seen you cry. Did you know? You, my darling. Are a very lovely crier. Seeing everything I once hoped too and now do, your love spilling out of you with those tears.
The trembles of despair as you look at me, your eyes holding a thousand different sparkles and colors. Agony, grief, hope, and wonder…most of all the pure and blissful warmth I so craved from you these past 5 years of our ever growing life together. When we both hit the ground I whisper “We are now binded, my love…I will forever…be yours. My sould tied to yours and yours mine, we will forever seek eachother out in our next lives…” My eyes closed and grimaced from the pain the poison had on me. Only until I see a smile…a smile full of love.
“Then…forever we are bound, my love.” your already soft voice softer than a felt blanket, lighter than a feather. But, full of compassion. Then, everything went quiet.
