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Random fic or just something goofy imagine : twst has rules similar to Harry Potter that a lot of spells/alchemy/ect… are in Latin, but latin is like, an ancient language or a forgotten one in the twst world.
So imagine the shock of all the teachers/boys when the magicless prefect just could just… ace all the tests without reading??And could read forbidden manuscripts??? (It was just the odyssey) AND COULD SPEAK IT?!?!?
Okay but add Rengoku with a chubby wife and I'm in 😩🥴
Gyomei with a chubby wife. Tengen with a chubby wife.
That's it. That's the post.
Born to be a mad scientist living day to day battling insanity whilst my science things cause me to fucking die, forced to just be a girl in the 21st century not doing science experiments that cause me to not go insane
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I just made the most needlessly complicated character profile template anyone's ever seen. It's perfect for when you want to infodump real hard about your OCs. I'll share it in a minute
What if zenkai boosts weren't even real and Vegeta just came up with them one day so he wouldn't have to admit he's a masochist and nobody's ever questioned it
thinking about the fact that theres an adult version of robot parade, which is just robot parade with harder guitars
who’s fucking bright idea was it to use the signals that control our body to power everything in our lives?
Do you think the Hopeful Steward was scared? [EDEN SPOILERS!!!]
A young child screamed.
And there were more, there were more, light, there were more. Red rock fell from the sky. All screamed.
The Compassionate Cellists embraced the child, who cried, and their parent joined the two. Together, they shed tears.
They watched as ash filled the distant horizon, swooshing closer, emenating from Eden.
"Do you think-"
"Don't worry about it. We have to- we've gotta go."
"Where would we go!?"
They looked to the realm portals, and agreeing, began making their way towards them against the intense winds, and the ash that was beginning to reach them.
One of the many shards of darkness that rained down crashed onto the portals, that crumbled. Their one hope disappeared like a wisp of smoke in the wind.
But, of course, there was more than a wisp of smoke. The Phenomenal Pianist choked on the hot ash in the air, the enormous, thick cloud of which neared.
The child ran to the circle, where they lay sometimes on clear nights to see the stars.
They curled up in front of it.
"Hope!? Hope!? Where are you!?"
Hope looked behind them to see their parent, running towards them, but behind them was the dustcloud. They screamed to warn them, but it was too late.
The ash enveloped her, and what followed was nothing.
I always thought the Light lay at the end of death, they might have thought, if there was anything in the nothing that could think.
But all that was
was nothing.
~ ~ ~
Light.
A small light.
A weak one.
Could not move.
Move?
They had not moved in a very long time, they thought.
A different light now.
After the storm?
The storm was a long time ago.
A small mask, like theirs. Two eyes, a forehead stone.
A tunic, like theirs. Shorts underneath an overshirt, sleeves to the elbows.
Short hair, tied into a small ponytail on the left.
Who are you? they tried to ask, but something else was more important.
Their shape wavered.
They trembled.
Blue. Their skin was blue. See-through. As though they barely existed.
Who are you?
A red candle.
They led the child through the village they once knew.
Where was everyone?
A crusted body, covered in dark crystals.
Although they did not know what had happened, they knew one thing.
Their parent.
After the child left to find their destiny, the Hopeful Steward couldn't help but wonder.
What had happened to this vestige of a deserted oasis? Echoes of the abandoned refuge were present in their mind. The memories of the lost village. Once upon a time, it had been so populated. Now, the only thing that remained were the remnants of the forgotten haven.
But of course, there was one more thing that they couldn't stop thinking about.
Why the child? Why not them?
Why could the child have the destiny of light? Why did the Hopeful Steward have to shoulder the duty of the past and future on their own?
Why did they have to lose everything?
Why did they have to live out the rest of their existence as a ghost, a memory, a remnant, a vestige, an echo?
Why wasn't the child's destiny their own?
Sometimes i wish batman wasn't so edgy cause imagine if Under The Red Hood was just Jason coming home one day being like "omg hiii did you miss me lmao"
Love a man who could throw me over his shoulder
you guys are always so surprised at how horny I am… while I’m just thankful I have a pussy, because you have me listen to your voices and moans, watching your cocks and cum wherever whenever, and constantly having a visible boner would be fucking horrible!