Richter looked at the floor. The marble floor still glistening even after the years have passed for the city.
"Were you ever planning to tell me?" Chevalier's voice was a whisper. Richter forced himself to look at him. He was an emissary of Ishmael.
"You weren't supposed to know."
"Hah!" Chevalier laughed in disbelief. His eyes glistened in the light, gritting his teeth as he stared at him. "I wasn't supposed to know? That you were just going to stay here? Forever?"
Chevalier had heard from Hernia that Richter was going to stay in Elrianode to protect the El. He wasn't planning to go with them to the demon realm. He didn't even tell him, his own- whatever they are.
"I have a duty to protect the El-"
"I know that! You told me from the start that you were a priest. I know that but why didn't you tell me about this? Why did I have to learn from the others?" Richter's hands slowly tightened to a fist beside him as Chevalier grew more dishevelled, running a hand through his hair. The man chuckled weakly, "I thought you cared for us, Richter. I would have understood. You know that, right?"
Chevalier looked at him with a weak smile. Richter pursed his lips and didn't say anything. His smile dropped to a frown, eyes widening before he looked away, his expression turning to a stone.
"I think we should take some time for ourselves," Chevalier said, looking back towards him with a barely calm expression. Richter's hands itched to hold him in his hands, "We still have some time before we leave the city. I'll... talk to you before that."
"Okay." Richter said. Chevalier gave him a bitter smile as he turned and walked away.
Can we have Chung go from iron paladin and falling further and further until he becomes fatal phantom please ???
Chung ran across the field, panting and heaving as he rushed to keep up with the barrage of attacks his own friends unleashed against the demons. He still had his Destroyer and it helped him reach high platforms but if he was even a little slow with it, there would be no more demons for him to destroy. He grit his teeth, watching as his friends made quick work of the battle. Was there this much gap between him and his friends like this back in Hamel?Ā
He shook his head, landing on the ground besides them as they opened the door. They saw Sdeing, Steelās father on the other side of the door. The image overlapped with his own father who they last saw in the Temple of Trials.āWonder Wall!ā He shouted, calling forth a shield for his friends. It would at least protect them from the full impact of Sdeingās hammer. Instead, he was struck with an odd sense of unease. Looking at them, they all fiercely attacked Sdeing, only evading his attacks when need be. His shield protected them from time to time but that wasnāt what they needed. What they needed was more power.āChung, donāt just stand there! Be careful!ā Elsword shouted at him as he ran to his side.Ā Chung snapped out of his thoughts, āRight!āThe battle against Sdeing was short-lived but it still didnāt give them too much trouble. Chung thought of how he wanted to protect his friends, to protect the innocent, but would that be enough?He looked up at the backs of his friends who grew farther as they walked their own ways in the village. He already had enough power using his Destroyer, maybe something more?-
The thoughts of a stronger weapon went in the back of Chungās mind as they entered Elysion. There was no time to think about to master a weapon. Even if he suffered. Even if the weight of the destroyer grew heavy in his hands and his guardian stone grew dimmer with the weight of his resolve weakening, he paid it no mind.Ā Even like this, he still had to try his best to protect his friends. Even if he was falling behind, even if he had to work harder and taste the tears of frustration each time they returned to the town after a dayās battle.āChung.ā Chung lifted his head to watch Elesis sit down beside him.āElesis, is there something wrong?ā He asked, his voice breathy. Elesis looked at the distance.
āThe others has been worried, you know. Youāve been growing more and more exhausted after each and every battle.ā Chung looked away to the side, ashamed that his friends would have to worry about him in addition to what they needed to do.
āIām sorry, Iā¦ Iām just trying to sort some thoughts out.ā Elesis was silent for a few seconds before she stood up.
āI wonāt pry,ā she said,Ā ābut know that weāre here for you no matter what Chung. No matter what.ā
āI know.ā Chung whispered, tears prickling in his eyes. He heard her footsteps as she left him.
He took a deep, shaky breath. What was wrong with him? He couldnāt just let this get to him. Although he did say to himself, he didnāt move from his place for a good hour and when he had to leave, the weight still remained.
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āWhere am Iā¦? Is anyone there?!ā Chung muttered to himself as he looked around.Ā A white figure emerged in front of him and for a moment he saw himself. Chung steadied the Destroyer as the specter spoke.āDonāt go another step, Seiker.āChungās grip on his weapon tightened,Ā āThis isā¦ my voice! How canā¦?ā
The specterās voice continued, feeding continuously to his mind as it charged at him.Ā
āWhat are you doing here? You need to save your father.ā The weight of the specterās own weapon was heavy against his own.
āYou should understand that they donāt need you anymore.ā It continued.
āCompared to them, youāre weak. Youāre slow.ā Chung flinched, as the specter pushed forward against his own.
āWhat use do they have of you?ā
Chung gritted his teeth, pushing back,Ā āTheyāre my friends!āĀ
āI will not abandon them!ā He continued. The guardian stone glowed bright, compared to the dim light that it held the past few months.Ā āItās true that I felt like I was holding them back and I know that! They all want to finish the battles as soon as possible. I canāt fault them for that!ā
āI justā¦ā Chung took a heavy breath, his hands shaking from effort.Ā āI just need to protect them better. If theyāre fast, then I just need to be fast. If Iām weak, then I just need to get stronger. I canāt give up. I canāt give up now!āThe guardian stone glowed bright, almost blinding as Chung shut his eyes and took the chance to leap back,firing a cannon ball blindly. Except his grip fumbled, he thought, as the cannon was lighter than it was. He still felt the pressure against his hand. Itās justā¦ weaker.As the light died down, what he saw in his hands was a sleeker version of his destroyer, alongside with what looked like two guns slotted to the sides of the cannon.āGuns? What?ā Chung looked closer, taking one of the guns to his hands. Right in time as the specter stood up, charging against him once more. In a rush of panic, Chung held out the gun and fired. The specter dissipated.
It felt like using the Destroyer, just smaller and moreā¦lighter. Noā¦ He took the other gun and slotted his cannon at his back. The guns fit perfectly in his hands, like it was made for him.He fired once more, testing various ways to how he could attack. It was perfect. The bullets were made of magic, just like with the Destroyer. It bounced off the wall and Chung thought how it could catch some of their more intelligent enemies off-guard. A smile tugged at her lips as he looked at the guns in his hands. Did the guardian stone modify his Destroyer?
He shook his head. No matter what it is, he still had to practice this. He took off his cannon. His cannon was lighter and, testing the cannonball shots, it had more ammoā¦
āNo,ā he muttered to himself.Ā āThere are more cannonballs and there are guns but overall, the impact is weaker. I canāt use my normal attacks like this.ā
The cannon felt tooā¦feeble in his hands. It felt like it could break if he slammed it on the ground too hard like he did before. He put it on his back once again and held the guns in his hands.
It wouldnāt hurt if he practiced a bit moreā¦right?
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Time passed and his Freiturnier shifted alongside the change in his weapons. It became smoother, as if accentuating the speed as to which he started to move in battle. It was more black than white now. He still had to mix up his own attacks but slowly, it started to lean to using his guns.
He still protected his friends, even if they were surprised by the change in his attack style in such a crucial time. Add and Eve, in particular, were interested in the guardian stone but even he couldnāt provide a clear answer. Rather than protect them in the frontlines of battle, he shifted back in the shadows, shooting the enemies with frightening accuracy that even he couldnāt explain whenever it got too close. In the end, itās like nothing changed. Rather than him protecting his friends from every attack, well, rather than him taking the attack, itās more of preventing the attack.
He looked at the chrysalis before him, its tentacles jabbing at the ground. His mind didnāt waver anymore at the thoughts of the past where he could take all the attacks of their enemies, no, all it focused on was knowing where to hit and when to hit it.
Chung wouldnāt have it any other way.
As another light blinded them after the Chrysalisās defeat, he stood face to face with the specter that had changed everything. It seemed to smile at him.
āIt seems youāve already found your answer but thatās not enough. You must release your true potential!ā
If he was any younger, he wouldāve wondered what heād think if he knew that heād turn out like this but he wasnāt.
āYouāre right.ā His resolve shone through the guardian stone but Chung only had eyes in the specter before him.Ā āI canāt stop here!ā
Rather than use his destroyer, he used the Silver Shooters, as he had grown to call it, to show that he wonāt let himself be beat here. The wind blew, making his and the specterās hair flow in sync. A testament to their shared past.
āGo. You know what to do.ā The specter continued before vanishing with the light.
I did hear about void closing, while Iām sure these are old asks, Iāve finally got around to answering.
I was minorly upset with finding out, but since Iāve moved back to NA. My fellow void friends keep up with news; but for now weāre catching up with the NA server!
If you guys have any other things you wish to share with me/us feel free to.Ā
Shakti x Bloody Queen, cuddling and trying to get to sleep. BQ keeps tensing up or trying to get up whenever there's a weird noise; how does Shakti deal with it?
Shakti woke up to the sound of rustling in the leaves and the movement against her body. Eun, serving as a silent presence in the back of her mind, alerted her of the flare of the dark El beside her. She blearily opened her eyes, Bloody Queenās back towards her and her hands on her sword.
She languidly stood up, wrapped her arms around Bloody Queen, pulling her down and shifting to her Celestial Fox form. Her nine tails wrapped securely around Bloody Queen, its holy aura calming the dark El circulating inside her.She closed her eyes just as Bloody Queenās body relaxed. The flames of the Millennium Fox circled around the group, shielding them from any threats nearby. It lit the area where the group resided, raining down waves of a calming aura.When Eun finally told her that the group had fallen into a deep sleep devoid of nightmares, she, too, fell asleep.
Greetings! I love ur fan art so much! Could I translate it and put on Chinese blog? Of course Iāll put this original link too!
Hello adorable potato.
Lmao im so glad you liked that little snip of Gaia Meets Nisha. (I love her so much.) If you wanna translate it into Chinese then sure, go ahead, as long as you put the original link. Be sure to send it in if you have translated it~Ā
I myself read Chinese (always read novels on my free time) and would be delighted to read a Chinese vers of Gaia meets Nisha~
EExAP headcanons? also with the nsfw headcanons? thank you!
Well, we are in the era of third jobs but anywaysā¦
Erbluhen Emotion x ApostasĆa
Erbluhen Emotion is Apostasiaās Raison dā Etre.
Contrary to popular belief there are no real conflicts regarding Erbluhen Emotionās faith in Ishmael and ApostasĆaās indifference. I mean, Erbluhen is sad ApostasĆa has given up faith but he accepts it.
He tries his best to make ApostasĆa feel and know that he is not unwanted.Ā
The only one who can make him smile.Ā
Erbluhen Emotionās existence makes ApostasĆa go even moreĀ āFuck youā at Ishmael because, different from him who can exist without her, Ishmael is still Erbluhen Emotionās Goddess.
Erblu is the big spoon.
Apostasia would bring dead mice to Erbluās doorstep and expect to be praised.
Apostasia is the passive-aggressive flirt.
nsfw underline
NSFW
These two are vanilla all the way, if they do this at all.
Sex is a foreign concept to both, who view it as mere ways of reproduction. They prefer cuddles and deep soul gestures of affection.
Sex between Erbluhen and Apostasia is slow and tender. Warm. So full of love it would make a lesser man puke.
Erbluhen because he is a cinnamon roll who just wants to smother Apostasia in affection and Apostasia because Erbluhen is one of the most precious things in the universe and must be treated as such.
They can be both top and bottoms.
Both prefers the foreplay to the actual play.
Erbluhen loves kissing Apostasia during sex; the lips, cheeks, shoulder, neck, thighs, anywhere.
Apostasia is especiallyā¦ fond, of wrapping his lips around Erbluhenās cock and gently sucking him off, and also stroke his ass prostate till coming.
I canāt believe I wrote that
Body worship galore.
They wonāt reject the uses of cream to make their other half (haha get it?) more accepting of their penetration. Toys depend, but they arenāt interested in it.
It's more of a statement than a question. They have never seen Gaia thisā¦ angry. Furious. Concerned.
(For all his kindness and smiles, no one has ever seen him be close to truly anyone. Smiling, smiling, smiling, bright and so full of life and yet closed off to outsiders the way a giant would observe an insect crawling in its territory and take pity on its diminutive life.)
(That, or utterly crush it.)
And yet, and yet, this strange little girl has made Gaia lose his composure.Ā
This strange little girl with her pretty little face, the roots wrapping and looming behind her like an ethereal protection, all serene smile and blue eyes that showed an endless void.
"Gaia?"
āAhā¦ It's youā¦ā The girl visibly considers the agitated man before her.Ā
She looks too much like Laby. She feels like Laby.
(But she isn't Laby.)
Something churns so badly in Gaia's guts.
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She had not expected to meet this man.
āThat Child is fine.ā The girl says. She feels the need to say this, somewhat. It is not empathy, for Nisha does not possess such a thing.Ā
To this man that brought Laby to the outside world and then left her to face hatred and painā¦ All Nisha feels for this man is... is..!
(... is nothing.)
All Nisha wants to is just... just...
"Answer me."
Fear.
Hostility.Ā
Anger.
(Laby had to face this, Laby had been hurt by this. Her poor Child, her sweet Child, her precious Child.)
Nisha stares unblinkingly.Ā
(He has no right.)
āI am the only one that Child needs.ā Nisha Labyrinth says instead, a softly glowing mirror cradled in her embrace tenderly, possessively. Her eyes glow blue, an ethereal beauty that begets the foolish to walk into a world of dreams and perish amidst agony.Ā
(Nisha just wants to erase Gaia, delete Gaia, and then reconstruct him into a Bellonde that never left Laby, that never abandoned Laby, that makes Laby smile and smile and smile - for that is the only worth his existence has to Nisha Labyrinth.)
Nisha Labyrinth smiles.
(Just be patient a little bit more, Laby.)
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NIKI: BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE NISHA
The fear Gaia shows is because he hasn't been able to find Laby once he was done and went back to find her, and thus had to return to Elrianode, and then meets Nisha, who is a splitting image of Laby but sort Of... wrong? He thinks Nisha ate her or sth.Ā
Does Nisha care about what he thinks? Nope! She just finds Gaia's existence meaningless, preferring his Bellonde identity more worthwhile in the world she will create for Laby.
Can I get Mad Paradox changing class to Boom Bringer, eventually Dominator? OwO
niki took this >:P
āBoom bringerāĀ ā¦.. sparky sparky boom man// SHOT- mod sei
WARNING: This is quite long. Could be somewhat AU. Itās also a messā¦
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(Changes, as always, are brought about by a catalyst.)
(His comes in the form of the dimensional witch, Metamorphy.)
Metamorphy is probably the closest to an equal he will ever have.Ā
Itās different from the monstrous potential that has wrought the El Search Party tragedy again and again. Having absolute control over unmaterialistic concepts such as time and dimensions are a matter on a scale beyond oneās comprehension.Ā
Itās chaos. Itās madness. Itās death.
(Death is but a mere concept now, to the shattered creature that is Mad Paradox.)
Coming to a point where everything is coming to an end, where he finally looks and sees no end to the tragedy that Mad Paradox has become (that Mad Paradox causes), he meets her again.
The very sight of her makes his breath hitch, as the otherworldly flow of her powers gather like a hyperactive cocoon all over her.
Happy, beautiful, unbroken Metamorphy, who can command the very dimensions as if playthings, who has no need to use it like he does because sheās happy, this is her home.
Sheāsā¦ not exactly fine (none of them have been since the start of their journey) but she. is. happy.
Looking at her makes something that might have been bitter, ugly envy pierce through the fog of obsession and longing, and wraps around his half-missing organs tightly. The very sight of her beaming smile makes his Mana flare in agitation, the cracking telltale of his power trembling and forming the beginnings of an aggression, before they are stilled again.
(There is a reason, after all, why this very timeline - the root of his pain and madness and tragedy - still exists. There is a reason why Mad Paradox, in other timelines, grants more mercy to the counterparts of certain people than he ever granted himself.
He didnāt stay his hand - they werenāt THEM - but their deaths were painless and quick. Thatās more than could be said for other people.)
It still hurts.
(Envy. Jealously. Longing. Obsession. Hatred.)
Mad Paradox ignores her calls and curls into himself, tugging his hood completely over his head in a clear statement ofĀ āLeave me the fuck aloneā.
Metamorphyās smile, to those who knew her, fades a little.Ā āSoā¦ a failure again?ā She of course knows of his exploits. Knows of his dream.Ā
She also knows of how terrible he is, what a monster he has become.Ā
Metamorphy didnāt care about that though. (Itās been a long time since she has cared about the death of strangers, since she has felt grief and guilt.) Add had stopped going with them after obtaining his power, and left the Party in search of his timeline, but that hadnāt stopped the bonds and fondness nor the left out space always ready whenever the brooding, maniac time-traveler came back.
Heās different, Metamorphy thinks as she squats down with her skirt tucked in.Ā She ignores the way her power prowls dangerously, behind the faƧade of bubbles and sparkles and happiness (wHo HurT OnE oF hEr fRIenDs?).Ā
She doesnāt know what answer she expected (what enemy she was supposed to crush), but somehow, sheās surprised when Mad Paradox, after a long moment of heavy silence, curls into himself further and, with an air of despair and hollowness, tells her:Ā
āItās not working.ā
Metamorphyās smile cracks.
āI canāt find her at all. I canāt go back. No matter how much I travel, how much I destroy, it isnāt working. Itās been soĀ many years since I started and it isnāt working at all.ā
Ah.
She knows this voice. She knows this body language. She remembers it.
(All of them are broken, shattered; deadened shadows of the happy children they used to be.)
Add starts trembling, violent shivers wracking his tiny, vanishing frame, which starts breaking apart.
Metamorphyās pupils dilate.
āIām so tired.ā
In front of the visage of one of her (tentative and most likely unwilling) friends, Metamorphyās heart, for the first time in a long while, starts pumping for something other than excitement and joy.
(What is this feeling? What is this emotion? Itās not nice. Itās unhappy. Itās bitter. I must do something about it.)
She doesnāt hesitate.
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āYou punched me.ā
āHaha funny abo-ā
āYou punched me.ā
āā¦Yup~ It actually felt sort of good. Youāre SO squishy-ā
A pissed off Mad Paradox finds himself forcefully dragged off by a cheery Metamorphy off to some unknown location, his cheek still retaining cracks from where the taller woman had promptly punched him after witnessing his NOT-breakdown.
Metamorphy expertly ignores the death glowing in his eyes and whoops excitedly as they reach - somewhere. Glowing rocks, the elās power brimming in the spiritual veins of the earth, ancient buildingsā¦. Thereās even weird machines on wheels, large constructs of wood, and other weird things.
āWe are in one of the places where the dimensional rifts are the weakest. Itās not so bad like with the Demon Realm, but I often play around here.ā Metamorphy explains.Ā āAll that junk are things that fell from the rips I randomly opened here. They are interesting, arenāt they~?ā
A sane person would be worried over how Metamorphy was casually playing around with dimensional rifts. Mad Paradox is not a sane person.
Mad Paradox, momentarily distracted from his despair by his anger, narrows his eyes as Metamorphy goes rummaging in one of the buildings and pops up again with a bizzare doll of straw.Ā
No, that wasnāt straw. It looked more firm. Wood? Gum? An analysis confirmed it to be a material which had been bathed in different clashing energies. Ā
āPunch this,ā she says.
Mad Paradox stares blankly.
āPunch this,ā she repeats and shakes the object in his face, her beaming smile particularly attracting the urge for one to punch her.Ā āYou wereā bored, right? Well guess what~ Itās time for you to partake in new stuff~~ā
āIām not a barbarian like you,ā Mad Paradox says loftily, scathingly.
āYou are a noodle,ā Metamorphy smiles blithely against his blistering glare.Ā āCāmon, children need start early-āĀ
āIām not a fucking child, brat.ā
ā-to build themselves up into healthy young men. Now punch this, use your science stuff to help you with your punches, if you canāt do it-ā
Here, she pauses.Ā āIf you think youāre too tired, thenā¦ā Her smile widens,Ā āWhy not take a break and try something different?ā
Predictably, Mad Paradox takes none of her shit.
Also predictably, Metamorphy takes none of HIS shit.
(Metamorphy is probably one of the worst possible matches for him. The line between timelines and dimension is so thin, really.)
Both of them are stubborn, bull-headed people (monsters), but Mad Paradox is a tired and broken creature, and Metamorphyās determination drives her to further heights. It doesnāt take long for Mad Paradox to give in and bend his rage on that poor, unliving thing.Ā
āAre. You. Satisfied?āĀ
āNope.ā Metamorphy tskās as the wormholes between time shears apart the training dummy (which had been glorified as Number One).Ā āI said punch it. With your fists. Notā¦ THAT.ā
Sadly enough, no matter the terror that he inflicted as Mad Paradox, he had never quite gotten over the fragility of his physical state, and his body being reduced to half-constructed shards had only worsened that.Ā
Itās manageable, since he has always had his powers. But Metamorphy is one of the few people who can counter him. She cannot shut him down, nor really suppress him (likewise to her, to his consternation) but she proves an annoyance and hinders him, like a fly.
(A fly he can neither crush nor bat away,)
So, Mad Paradox turns to the science and technology that he hasnāt touched in a long time.Ā
(Nostalgia. Rememberance. Awareness. Has it really been such a long time since he started?)
It feels alien, with the difficulty of someone who hasnāt practiced in a long time. He had thought he had given up on his Nasod Research when he finally grasped the coordinates of timetravel, but somehowā¦. somehow looking at all the machines dumped at his feet by Metamorphy, looking at the codes that appear in his mindās eyeā¦
Somethingā¦ stirs, inside him.
(Not yet. Itās not strong enough. Try again.)
He builds again. He constructs. And soon enough, the beginning prototypes of what will become the Nasod Armour are tested against the dummies (and Metamorphy herself, because Mad Paradox is a bitter son of a bitch).
He doesnāt particularly enjoy the activities forced upon him at first (but anything else than that empty madness is better), but soon, he can see why Metamorphy has taken a close approach to combat with her magic.Ā
The crunch of Not-wood beneath the pressure of his technology, the way he watches it break, theĀ way his prototype improves day by day, at an insane speed that is forged on by his obsession for perfection.
(Itās bizzare. Itās weird. It doesnāt eat at him, it doesnāt take pieces of him and swallow them whole. Itāsā¦ steady. Safe. Humane, almost.)
(Soon enough, Mad Paradox is not satisfied with just humane.)
But what cements his acceptance of thisĀ āhobbyā of his is when the demons start arriving in this world, when the Henir cult starts stirring chaos, and very familiar people arrive in search of Metamorphy.
The fallen Prince. The Nasod Queen. The Brat #1.
For all he occasionally calls Metamorphy a brat, Elsword Sieghart has forever merited the main title of Brat in his head.
(The rips are opening in frequency. Dark El. Henir worshippers. Elrianodeās awakening. The chaos wrought by the rifts between Elios and the Demon Realm.)
(Are you coming with us, Add? The Brat asks, easy going smile plastered on his face. Thereās no judgement in his eyes. Thereās something in there, though, that makes Mad Paradoxās spine shiver and oh, oh, he now remembers why he left so hurriedly then.)
(He agrees.)
(Heās not doing it for anyone. He needs samples. Experiments. Living bodies.)
Attacking a breathing, comparatively alive creature is different from hitting the objects of Metamorphyās stash. Itās significantly harder, but- butā¦!
Itās addicting.
Isnāt it curious how armour and crystal gives away to soft flesh under his attacks? Isnāt it fascinating? Isnāt it amazing?
He starts with the weaker test subjects, he starts improving his Armour, and starts relying less on his power of time travels (variables were unacceptable in his science).Ā
Watching destruction bloom underneath his fists and lives disappear with just a mere CRACK! is different.
And soon enough, the shattered creature that is Mad Paradox becomes known by another name, in this timeline that had given birth to him.
Doom Bringer, is what they will call him.
(Heās still broken. His body is still half shattered. And the mark of the Mad Paradox will never, ever disappear.
But thisā¦ this is acceptable.)
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Ever since he was a child, long before he became a slave, Add had always been particularly thirsty for knowledge.
That thirst for knowledge had become buried underneath the obsession for a past long passed, had been pushed aside in favour of unleashing destruction underneath the prompting of the Dimensional witch. That thirst wasnāt a thirst so much as a want for perfection, for control, for a way to defy fate in a way his battered, physically weak body had not been able too.
He is not weak anymore, but he hasnāt succeeded yet.
After the war with the Demon Real calms down (heavy casualties and destruction and a war-torn Elrios left in the aftermath), Mad Paradox Doom Bringer is faced again with the obsession that had plagued his entire life, with no insects or experimental subjects to take the brunt of his rage and madness.
The war is over. The demons have retreated. The Elās barrier is up and again.
However, after years of fighting in a timeline with the technology he had seemingly surpassed as Mad Paradox, he has been forced to reconsider the role of Nasod Technology in his goal.
The perfect Nasod Armour thrums within him, filling the cracks where organs and limbs are missing in an array of complicated codes that holds his body together.Ā
Maybe, he thinks, he has been going about it the wrong way.
Nasod Technology (and physical combat, but he was loathe to admit that to Metamorphyās smug face) had helped him in various ways. It had solved most of his problems.Ā
Maybe, just maybe, it could also take himā
(Because Doom Bringer is Mad Paradox and Mad Paradoxās obsession is the past and not even death will change that.)
Doom Bringer, with no war to fight and no enemy worth enough to stand against his bloodthirst and full-on lunacy, throws himself fully into Nasod Research, like he had so long ago, in a blurry time when he had been a child who fell in the prison of the Ancient Library.
A result of such research is further improvement upon his Dynamos, which havenāt been used to shatter timelines in a long while. The new Dynamos are comparatively tame, less prone to death, but deadly all the same. They are configurated according to his whims and necessities.
An example is their individual fighting capabilities. Immersed and busy with his research, fighting has lost its catharsis to him and while he still thrives in the pleasure of crushing his enemies physically, he is far more conserned with research, thus he has no time to deal with small fry.
He eventually creates Apocalypse for this same purpose, but that is further into the future.
With his powers of timeline (defective, failure, dissatisfying), he bids (a very rude and violent) farewell to his original timeline and starts to gather knowledge everywhere in an attempt to craft a correct path.Ā
Itās improvement, he is pushing forward and itās- itās better. Itās working.
And of course, it fails.
(But of course, fate seemed to not want him to return to Mother no matter what.)
If thereās a terrible effect caused by his immersion into THIS, then itās probably the state of his mind. Without madness, grief, hatred and rage clouding his mind, he realizes too late (again, again, again) of a miscalculation in his research.
Itās fatal enough that it promptly destroys all the other calculations.
He snaps.
Itās been a long time since any timeline has crumbled underneath his madness. When he comes to himself, his insides are lurching as the Nasod Armour tries to keep up with his bodyās destruction.
Looking at the remains of a destroyed timeline, he can only feel numbness spreading through his entire being, a familiar madness and bitterness taking a hold of his mind as his Dynamo and Apocalypse rampage and destroy the physical representation of his failure.
However.
He recalls something.
(āWhy not take a break and try something different?ā)
He blinks slowly, as the memory of the witch flows through his head.
Try something different?
Becoming Mad Paradox had given birth to obsession and endless time paradoxes.Ā
Becoming Doom Bringer had smothered it with lunacy and bloodlust and war.Ā
What could he do, this version of him that wasnāt consumed by neither madness or bloodlust?
His Dynamo and Apocalypse stop without him saying a word, and fly to his side as he stares out at the endless abyss that surrounds him.
Slowly, but surely, life starts coming back into his expression. (It might have not been a necessarily good thing, all things considered, but who cared?)Ā
His shoulder start shaking, trembling.
Then, he starts laughing.
āKuhuhuā¦ I get itā¦ I get it nowā¦!ā
In the end, where did the error started and where did it end? Was it when he became a slave? When Aster started his experiments? When he became Diabolic Esper? When he put aside his obsession to rampage through a wartorn field of corpses of demons?
Perhaps the error lies in his obsession itself.Ā
He is tired and done. No matter what he does, he is never able to travel back to that happy timeline. No one can understand time paradoxes better than he, and with a mind that isnāt completely fogged over with madness and possessing knowledge wrought by his research, he has no choice but to admit it, admit that he can never return, admit that his happy timeline has forever ceased to exist for him.
In that caseā¦
In that case, wouldnāt it be better to create a whole new world himself?
His own perfect little universe, crafted from his own hands.
āKuhuhuā¦I wonāt give upā¦ I will create my own world of perfectionā¦!!ā
Doom Bringer Dominator covers his face in an effort to stifle his not-quite-sane laughter, but there is no mistaking the wide grin spreading across his face.
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Mod Niki: It took me hours to write this Iām Dead.
some bluhen/rune master nsfw? ;^) either headcanons or tiny ff, thank for running this awesome blog!
Sorry this took so long to do! It wasnāt even the request itself, life has been kicking my ass. Iām probably the least active mod on the blog currently.. whoops.
The NSFW headcanons are under the read more <3
The first time Rune Master calls Bluhen daddy, it was in the middle of hot, steamy sex. He didnāt mean to do it, it just happened. Bluhen was dominating in a way that made his toes curl and fuck before he knew it the word had slipped out of his mouth
The following days after that event had been awkward at best. Neither of them knew how to approach the other, feeling embarrassed about their reaction to it. It took a week before they sat down and talked about the kinks theyād like to explore, turn ons, turn offs and a safeword
The first time they decided to indulge in their kinks, Bluhen had called Rune Master his princess and since then, the name has stuck. He loves being called Bluhenās princess, especially the nights when heās stressed. Bluhen will make Rune Master submit to him, to take the stress away from him so the only thing he can focus on is BluhenĀ
It didnāt take long before Rune Master began calling Bluhen daddy. But could you blame him? He was the walking embodiment of safety, security, love. But most importantly? Bluhen knew how to give him fucking amazing orgasms
How would Bluhen react if his S/O wore ABSOLUTELY NOTHING but his coat? (Is this nsfw?)
Depends on how you write it, And I didnāt make this nsfw so itās safe? - Mod SeiāWhy are you doing this? I donāt see other people doing this so why- is there even a good reason why?-ā- He wonāt stop talking and questioning why his s/o is doing this. Heās really confused and embarrassed at the same time.
- To add to this he will turn away to not look at his s/o and clamp a hand firmly over his eyes just to make sure he wonāt even be able to look at her.Ā Heās not a pervert okay and heās just flustered-
-Heās stuttering as he tries to tell his s/o to cover themselves up. If they reply that theyāre already covered up heād just tell them to cover up more then leave to get them more clothes so they arenāt standing around in just his coat.
- after his s/o getās dressed properly he proceeds to scold them on why they should not walk around in a get up like that because of what might happen to them, then sigh and hug them afterwards.
- hes still flustered from earlier through and tries to burn the first few seconds of his glance on his s/o wearing nothing but his coat. And he fails. Miserably.
Have you guys watched the teaser trailer of New character laby?
Hello! I know I have, and in an attempt to help clean out our inbox and drafts, Iām going through and answering what I can.
When the teaser trailer was released, I remember having a voice call with some of my old NA guildmates about it. There were many differing opinions, but in short, we all agreed that she was veryā¦pink.
For comparison, we used Eve, since her icons are pink as well. However we concluded that Eveās outfit color was mainly white & black, not pink like Labyās.
Now that her first two paths are released in KR, Iām looking forward to seeing the last one as well. That being said, I havenāt had the chance to mess around with her at all, but Iām looking to the future! Iām sure her story will soon be added to the ever-growing Els Imagines.
While I have no plans currently to play any of her paths, Iām sure Iāll pick her up when she arrives to the Void server. Until then, Iāll keep up with her for writing purposes. She looks like an adorable addition to the gang!
TL;DR- Iāve seen the teaser and have been keeping up with her news. Old asks for the whole gang will not include her, but all new asks will.
i think we all forgot this existed so i put it in the draft to jog your memories and because all the classes have come out and its time to answer this one i guess - mod niki who has still yet to answer
very late edit: i love it.Ā not only the lore and how they came to be but the designs as well!! they did a pretty good job in majority of them imo
-mod sei wholl pass out for now
āThe new classes are great, there are some bugs once in a while but, other than that it is pretty decent.ā -unexpected mod Rin appearance
Rin you ***. omg. Come back I miss you ;0;
Aaaaaanyways, the new classes are not so new anymore, but I quite enjoy them! Theyāre continually being worked on and I have yet to try them all. On top of that, they keep adding more!
Apologies to the other mods who never got to write what they really wanted to write buuuut, Mod Katyās gotta clean up the inbox somehow!
Can you write Ain headcannons? ( with AT, EE, AP) with some nsfw, if its ok! Sry, when you have done it before (Link pls? xD). And i love your other headcannons, especially the latest with Ciel!, good job mods! :)
Back at it again with the headcannons *^*9 I adore Ain, Iāll admit I was super excited for his release. (Yes that means I did a bit of squealing and screaming) Heās a great character and Iām happy to do headcannons for him! Hope you enjoy anon~ (Edit 02 Jan 2019: Oops. Itās been a while since Iāve written for the blog, so Iām out of practice, but Mod Katy is back with some long anticipated Ain headcannons! Keep in mind, this was asked for before the newest job lines came out.)
~Mod Katy <3
Arme Thaumaturgy:
Arme is the most proper of all the Ains.
When the gang stops for a drink break, you can catch him with the stereotypicalĀ āpinky up.āĀ
He speaks formally, even though everyone is his friend. The gang doesnāt mind, since Royal Guard used to be the same way.
He keeps a journal of the gangās accomplishments and failures.
Itās written in a different language so if the others were to find it, the only thing they would understand is the pictures he draws to go with it.
He rarely lets his guard down.
The only ones heās that comfortable with are the other Ains.
One time, Elemental Master saw him. She swore to never let anyone else know.
The two now have tea breaks together.
Erbluhen Emotion:
Erbluhen is the most spunky Ain.
He likes to sing random tunes from towns that the gang has visited.
Heāll pretend to use othersā weapons as a microphone.
He knows about personal space, he just chooses to ignore boundaries.
He knows about Armeās journal and contributes by helping keep it hidden from the others.
He keeps small āsouvenirsā from each town and dungeon. Itās usually just a piece of debris from the ground.
He lives up to his name by being emotional.
However, he chooses to hide the emotion changes and swings from the others.
Sakra Devanam and Erbluhen have a weeklyĀ āventā session.
Apostasia:
Apostasia is the most gentle Ain.
When they arenāt fighting, the nearby fauna like to rest at his feet.
The gang was initially surprised due to hisĀ āscaryā appearance.
While he doesnāt stand at the front lines, the gang considers him to be a key fighter.
He is talented at drawing. He knows of Armeās journal, but chooses to keep his own.
He likes to recreate a drawing of the bosses theyāve fought, along with a key item from them.
He would consider Demonio to be his best friend.
The two bonded over Apostasiaās love of animals, and Demonioās love of flowers.
When Demonio isnāt swamped with the other Ciels and Lus, the two bunk together.
Nsfw is under the cut ^w^~
Arme Thaumaturgy:
Arme is always a top. When both his s/o and himself are tops, he rarely lets his s/o take charge.
He enjoys seeing his s/oās facial expressions. Seeing the pleasure on their face is a major turn on for him.
āIām not finished until you are.ā
Erbluhen Emotion:
Erbluhen can be very vanilla.
When his s/o suggests something new, he always gives it a try. Heās not opposed to new things, he just prefers the classics.
āYouāre perfect in every way, did you know that?ā
Apostasia:
Apostasia is into choking. Hearing his s/oās breathless voice is a turn on.
Heās afraid of hurting his s/o, so he knows just how hard to keep his grip for both of their pleasure.
Hey<3 If you don't mind.. could you write some Add (Dominator) x reader (fluff)? c:
āDominator?ā I poked my head through the doorway, holding the tray with one hand. There was a lump of blankets on the bed.
I pushed the door with my shoulder as quietly as I could and pushed down the glee in delivering a morning breakfast to bed. I set the tray down at a nearby table and shook the lump.
āOh, Dominator~ Breakfast is ready.ā
āMmā¦ā The blankets shifted but the figure inside didnāt leave its comfort. I shook it harder.
āBreakfast is the most important meal of the day. If you slept for a few more hours, breakfast would turn into brunch, Dom, and youāll have to eat a lot more.ā
I heard more groaning before the figure promptly sat up, his bang covering his eyes and clothes messy. He ran a hand through his hair, letting me see that perfect view of his sleepy expression.
āMorning, [Y/N].ā His words slurred a bit but still audible. I pulled the blanket off him and carried it with one hand, setting the tray on the other in front of him.
āIāll be going to for a grocery shopping with [Twilightās S/O].ā I said while folding the blanket. āSo, Iāll be out for the remainder of the day.ā
I put the blanket down at the edge of his bed. āJust message me if you need something, oka-ā
He pulled down on my hand, giving me a kiss. He looked at me like he always did, not as sleepy anymore and giving me a hard look. āYou really shouldnāt hang out with her [S/O] so much. I could carry the bags more than he could.ā
āDo that when youāve learned to wake up early, Dominator.ā I flashed him a smirk before walking out of the room. āSee you later~ā
Since Demonio has a flower theme going on (even if it's demonic) and erbluhen is the blooming... what about a small scene of a future where Annuller is sad about flowers withering around him but Bluhen tries to help him so they'll bloom again?
Emotions are complicated, Ain thinks.Ā
There was a time when he could not understand the fickle thing called āemotionā, that often drove humans into illogical and reckless actions.Ā
Fickle, unnecessary, illogical.
Anger, joy, sadness, grief, hatred, loveā¦ Ā
The closest he would compare it would be devotion. Would be the kindness of Lady Ishmael and her benevolence towards lower parasites like humans and demons.
From the moment Lady Ishmael saw it fit to grant upon him a chance to exist and gave him a purpose to do so, Ain has not seen emotions as anything special, Ain didnāt need to see them as anything special. But then the El exploded, he became trapped in the void, and then met a group consisting of the creatures that possessed emotional functions. And Ain starts to learn.Ā
Emotions are difficult to understand. They can be beautiful, they can be a source of strength that brings hope and light to others, but they are ugly as well, twisted damnation wrapped in a package of petty justice and hatred.Ā
Bluhen still cannot understand, sometimes.
Beautiful emotions that humans sing praises to are not always good, and negative ones arenāt always ill as well. Hatred has ensured the survival of Elswordās Sister, and love for a fallen kingdom is what set Eve on a path to destruction. It has taken Ain a very long time to understand.Ā
Bluhen observes the hunched figure kneeling amidst the sharp remains of a vase, and decides that he still cannot understand complicated emotions.Ā
Once upon a time, Bluhen had lamented upon this humanās fall to grace after seeing him in a contract with a demoness. Those had been times when everything was better, when everything was a simple black and white, when the demoness was still sane and this human boy (yes, humans called younger males boys) was still whole and not broken into this shell in front of him.Ā
They call him Anular now. Bluhen thinks that there might not be anyone outside of their group who ever calls him Ciel, or even remembers him as anything more than the demonessā killing machine.Ā He had warned that boy of damnation, and he had not cared.Ā
Ain hadnāt understood why, but Bluhen might, just a little.
Bluhen observes his companions a lot. The demonic duo arenāt an exception of hisĀ āstalkingā. He has seen the demoness abusing her killing machine, all bites and wide smiles and pupils alit with insanity as she rained physical pain upon him. Itās something that often merits the dissatisfaction of Elsword, who most often steps up when it becomes too serious, when the demoness becomes too engulfed in madness to notice how far she is going. The demoness hurts her killing machine often, butā¦. but-
But Bluhen has seen as well, how the demoness stops smiling whenever her killing machine is hurt by anyone else. He remembers one time when her killing machine was gravely injured, her madness and insanity reaching a whole new level, fueled by her rage. Bluhen doesnāt understand if this is good or not, but this makes even Elsword contemplate on the wonders of human - or demon -emotion, so Bluhen assumes it is.Ā
It doesnāt justify it, Elsword had told him, a strange look on his face as he seemed to recall something. But it is his choice. Weā¦ can only respect it.
āDo you regret it?ā Ain suddenly asks, fascinated in spite of himself, morbidly curious, even. A voice that sounds eerily close to Mr. Ancient calls him an insensitive son of a bitch but he ruthlessly squashes that bug.
Of all the humans (one of the most foolish and complicated creatures Ain has had the lovely pleasure to meet) this once-human is one of the mostā¦ bizarre creatures he has ever met.Ā
Ciel says nothing.Ā
He doesnāt need to. (He canāt.)
In his eyes, Ain sees a plethora of emotionsā anguish, despair, helplessness, fear, grief, guilt, and most of all, love.Contradiction has never fitted this human as much as he did now, holding withering flowers in his hands, soul sold to the devil and willingly bathing himself in despair and grief, in his love and devotion for a devil long fallen.Ā
He knows that the wilting bloom was gifted to him by the demoness before, oh so long ago, when she still had her sanity. It had been an eerie object whose beauty even he could commend, planted into a vase colored in purples and blues and with a frankly hideous drawing of a white creature stuck to its side.Ā
Itās ruined now. He had felt the burst of volatile demon energy upstairs, heard the sound of shattering even in the first floor and seen the demoness bolting out without her killing machine, and when he came to investigate, there he was, visible skin purple with bruises and cradling a nearly crushed flower in his hands, shards of a pot on the floor, some having even cut through his skin.
His face - what was visible of it - makes something stiff and heavy sit on his chest.
Emotions are complicated, Ain thinks again, with something that might have been, might have beenāSomething.
Ā Justā¦ something.Ā
Anular will not answer him ((how long has it been since this once-human had spoken to anyone other than the demoness?) but he doesnāt mind. Bluhen takes one long look at him, before golden lights come into bloom around them, the flowers in Anularās hands coming into life once again.
Anular stares at the flowers. His mask shifts, and shifts again. His pupils dilate.
Bluhen sighs, and allows Intervention to take a hold of him, leaving Anular privacy to dwell in his emotions.Ā
He doesnāt leave, though. It would be foolish of him to do so, after previous incidents. He might have stayed, but past experiences have proved that this had the probability of setting Anular off. Itās sometimes exhausting how many things he has to consider, but Bluhen does it anyway.
He settles comfortably in the drifts of Intervention, an invisible guardian and observer.
The Anullar does not crave for pity nor sympathy, this Ain understands. His regrets does not exist because of his meeting with the demoness, Ain sees. He has stopped caring for a lot of things. Pride, honour, moralsā¦ They mean nothing now.
His grief burns however, only eclipsed by the care and love that he shows to the demoness.Ā
Bluhen doesnāt understand emotions.
And as he watches Anular cradle the flowers as if they were one of the most precious objects in the world, he thinks that he might not really ever fully get it either.
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Notes: THis is an AU where the Elgang took different paths, like Luciel went transform, Eve rebellion, ELsword imperial, etc etc. So Ainās descent into Bluhen isnāt so happy-go-lucky as it would be if he developed with, ya know, cannon.
