Quiet was all she knew. Kaia Reyes was only 9 when she was taken under the richest man in all of Gotham's wing shortly after her mother passed from a car accident. Her life, from the moment she had met Alfred in the cold hall of police station, was filled with silence.
Chapters:
Chapter 1: Rise of Voltron 1
Chapter 2: Rise of Voltron 2
Chapter 3: Rise of Voltron 3
Chapter 4: Rise of Voltron 4
Chapter 5: Some Assembly Required
Chapter 6: Return of the Gladiator
Chapter 7: Fall of the Castle of Lions
Chapter 8: The Rescue and Taking Flight
Chapter 9: Return to the Balmera
Chapter 10: Rebirth
Chapter 11: Crystal Venom
Chapter 12: Collection and Extraction
Chapter 13: The Black Paladin
Chapter 14: An Old Stranger and A New Friend
Chapter 15: Shiro's Escape
Chapter 16: Greening the Cube
Art of Quiet
PT.1 PT.2
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Happy Halloween!! Can you guess who's cosplaying as who?🎃
I wasn't able to draw much last halloween so this time around I wanted to do something more fun. I decided to make them dress as some other male yandere characters I enjoy, I hope you guys will like it too!
Au where Morro, who was only born a few years before the ninja instead of decades ago, is the one who realises Lloyd is the Green Ninja first instead of Misako.
Wu, with tiny little five year old Morro, slowly walks into the room where Misako is resting and Garmadon is holding tiny baby Lloyd. Looking at his small nephews face, Garmadon crouches down and introduces baby Lloyd to Morro, explaining how this is his cousin.
Leaning forward, with Wu’s hand on his back, Morro peaks at Lloyd’s face. With only a little hesitation, he pulls the blankets covering him a tad down, only for this to wake baby Lloyd up. With bright green eyes blinking up at him, all Morro says is,
“Sensei, I thought you said I would be the Green Ninja :(?”
Cue confused looks from both Garmadon and Wu. “Dear child, whatever do you mean?” Wu questions.
And all Morro does is point at Lloyd’s tiny face as if that explains anything. And, well, it does. No normal baby has bright green, glowing eyes.
So whilst Wu and Garmadon begin staring at each other in horror, and Misako begins waking up, Morro huffs, leans over, and just says
“At least he’s a tiny baby. I can definitely be stronger than a baby.”
I DON"T KNOW IF ANYONE HAS DONE THIS YET (the voices demand I get this out):
KIMI NO NAWA BUT ITS ACEYUU
This takes place pre-Twisted Wonderland Game
Yuu wakes up in Ace's body in the Queendom of Roses and Ace wakes up in Yuu's body in Japan. Yuu doesn't like Ace's attitude and Ace thinks Yuu needs to be less serious. Your Name shenanigans ensue where both try to figure out whats going on and are giving each other advice on how to act like the other.
They both slowly begin to understand each other and soon realize that they both have things in common and sympathize with the other's struggles. Both want to meet the other once feelings are felt. Yuu looks for the Queendom of Roses and Ace looks for wherever Yuu lives.
They do not succeed.
At some point, the body switching stops and (my knowledge of the movie starts to become foggy from this point onward) but the notes in their phones begin to disappear. Ace doesn't know that Yuu died in a tragic car accident.
Later that night Ace gets a dream of Yuu's accident. He wants to believe its a dream but knows that it isnt.
Desperate, he does a spell to travel back to the point before Yuu's accident. It doesnt look like it worked until he wakes up back in Yuu's body, the day of the incident.
As the hour strikes closer to the time of Yuu's incident, Ace can't help but get more anxious. He wants Yuu to live but he's not sure if he can trick what's to come.
Good news: He succeeds. Yuu lives
Bad news: The accident still happened.
He managed to avert Yuu's death but the accident still took a toll on Yuu's body. Closing his eyes, Ace can only pray that Yuu lives. When he opens his eyes again, he's standing in field with only one other person.
Tears are shed, confessions are done and both promise to try and find the other somehow as they both feel themselves getting pulled away and back into their proper bodies.
Both wake up, the memory of the other fading away as soon as their eyes open but they can't help but feel like something is missing or theyre forgetting something.
Fast forward a couple of years and the plot of twisted wonderland begins and Ace and Yuu can't help but wonder where theyve met the other before.
Decided to rewatch Kamisama Kiss and remembered how much I love this mid-2000s shojo anime style. The wide eyes, the bubble, dreamy effect. I miss anime not trying to look so realistic.
Don’t get me wrong, I can appreciate a beautifully animated work that goes into some of the shows now with the backgrounds and character designs. However, there’s something to these anime being almost cartoonish at times that are what makes them so nostalgic and enjoyable.
Not to mention the line style. Her and Tomoe’s kiss actually looks better because there’s no awkwardly drawn lips or attempt at making them look too “human”. They look like characters from a story, which they should. Nanami’s mouth as she talks to the side being almost rendered on her cheek actually works and is better than some animation today that tries to perfectly imitate human facial features.
Somehow I just find that the more we try to make fantasy and fictional characters look real, they lose their charm. By Nanami and Tomoe appearing straight from the manga, like drawings, actually adds authenticity to the story.
Chapter uploads for Quiet will be slow, everyone. I'm really sorry!
I'm going through some bad writer's block right now and hope ya'll can understand. Thank you for always being patient! I promise I'm not dropping Kaia and her adventures with the Voltron gang. Chapters are going to take a little longer to come out than I thought.
💔🇵🇸 My Daughter Was Born Under Bombs — I'm Just Trying to Keep Her Alive
My name is Abdulmajid.
I got married one month before the war.
Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams.
I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.
But the war came…
Suddenly. Brutally.
My mother was killed.
My brother was killed.
Children in my family were taken by the bombs.
My home was destroyed.
And my work stopped completely.
Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born.
A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war.
She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.
Today, I’m a father with almost nothing…
Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.
Prices are sky-high — a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800.
There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.
I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Even $1 can make a difference.
It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace.
Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.
📌 Please share this post. Let our voices be heard — not buried under rubble.
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That was the day I met Dana, a maid with commoner blood.
It wasn’t common for maids from lowly backgrounds to work directly for me, but apparently she started working in the estate years ago and slowly rose up in the ranks thanks to her diligence and determined personality.
Dana was nice, she would always pay attention to my needs and work extra for my comfort. Personally delivering all my meals, helping me dress up and preparing my bath all by herself, staying by my side until I fall asleep…
“I really appreciate you Dana…” I say sleepily, my body engulfed in the soft blanket Dana prepared for me as she sits by my side.
“You do my lady?”, I nod.
“I don’t have many people I’m close with, but you’ve been so nice to me for the past 3 months…”
“I’m your handmaid, my lady. That much is to be expected.”
“But you’re so much more attentive than any of my other maids. It has barely been 3 months but I don’t know what I would do without you…”
“…I’m glad to hear that my lady.” She stops for a second as if to think. “Don’t worry I will always be by your side…” Dana answers me gently. My tired eyes fail to read her face in the dimly moonlit room, but I go to sleep with a smile on my face, imagining her doing the same.
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I look down at her, watching her slowly breathe in and out with that foolishly innocent expression on her face. The suffocating uniform I had to wear to hide my adam’s apple and chest is unbuttoned to let me breathe. A sharp knife shines in my hand, reflecting the moonlight decorating her fancy room.
516 times. I’ve tried to kill this woman exactly 516 times. I raise my knife. “This time I will do it” I think to myself. You shift in your sleep, probably deep in your happy dreams. You don’t sense anything, unaware of the danger I hold.
“I will do it… I will…” I repeat in my head yet my hand won’t stop shaking.
“Damn it…”
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“She has so many openings, does she have no survival instinct? It feels like she could die if she fell down tad too hard” I think to myself as I pick up her dinner. A small bottle of poison I’ve failed to use so far and my knife are tucked deep in my apron. There are a few servants around chatting but no one seems to suspect anything from the lady’s personal handmaid.
“Hey did you see what Lady y/n was wearing today? Haha is she trying to catch someone’s attention going out like that?”
“Right? If she bent down a bit we could even see her cleavage!”
Huh?
Those two… are they new recruits? I did hear that despicable man hired a new batch. What do they think they are doing spouting such nonsense?
“She already looks so naive, I bet she wouldn’t be able to do anything if I just cornered her right?”
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“Dana, did you get some of the tomato sauce on your sleeve?” you ask innocently, happily enjoying your lavish dinner.
“It seems so my lady. I will clean it tonight don’t worry.” I quickly answer with my usual smile.
“Haha don’t tell me you wanted to try some! You could’ve just asked me, here.”
“I-I couldn’t possibly my lady-“
“My arm will get tired if you don’t take it~”
I sigh and lean down to eat the bite you so graciously offered, it doesn’t have poison anyway…
It truly is delicious, enough to drive a commoner to tears, but this quality is just the norm for you.
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I once again stand above you. “This time… this time for sure…” repeats in my head as I raise my knife. This is the 520th attempt.
You sleep peacefully under me as I clench my teeth, my hand refusing to go down.
It’s always the same thing. I stay by your side until you fall asleep, I get up and raise my knife, I watch you sleep without a worry in the world and go back to my room after another failure.
I sigh and prepare to get up, I’ve despised you for longer than you know for making me feel this way.
“Dana…?”
“!?” You’re awake? Why are you awake!? You never wake up at this hour!
…What are you looking at?
My eyes follow your gaze and land on the knife I’m holding up.
“W-what are you doing Dana!? N-no someone help-!”
My free hand quickly covers your mouth as I whisper yell “Be quiet!”. You continue flailing your arms and legs, trying to push me off. Since my other hand is still up I can’t hold you down properly.
“Stop fighting me! You don’t have the right to-!”
You manage to push my hand off your mouth but your nails catch my open collar, accidentally ripping a button. For a second your eyes widen and before I can register what’s going on you grab my clothes.
“!!”
In a moment of panic I throw the knife and pull away to cover myself.
“D-Don’t look!”
If you do they’ll take you away from me.
“Y-you are a man?” You ask while sitting up, clearly on guard but you make no motion to run away. Maybe seeing my panicked state made you feel less scared.
I don’t answer and just stare at you. I wonder what my expression looks like? My panic and anger must reflect on my eyes as I cover my chest. My knife… is at the other side of the room, tsk.
“B-But why…? A-and that knife… were you trying to…? I… D-did I do something to offend you…?”
Your voice is shaking as you ask questions after questions, tears slowly spilling out. I’m sure you must feel so scared and betrayed. Good, that’s what I wanted.
Yes, what I wanted…
What I wanted?
Anger boils inside me. A part of me feels satisfied for making you experience such betrayal, but the other half feels anger. A privileged person like you who lives life without a single worry doesn’t deserve to cry like a victim.
“Stop crying!” I lunge forward to grab your neck and push you down. You look up to me, clearly scared but my hand doesn’t squeeze your neck.
“You don’t know anything!” I bite my lip, wanting to scream but also not. I hate this, once again my body refuses to listen to me.
“You don’t know anything about me! You don’t know what your family has done! You don’t know what you have done to me!!”
My hand presses down harder.
“I already had nothing but you ruined me beyond repair!” I try to keep my voice low to not alert the other servants yet I can’t prevent it from shaking as I let my anger out.
“You don’t know anything…”
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“Dana”
A name unfit for a boy, and this disgustingly beautiful face that resembles hers were the only things that wench left behind with me.
I didn’t know anything about her. All I knew was that she treated me like the girl she always wanted to give birth to and that I must never leave the wooden box she called “home”.
She hated me, it was only obvious. Even when I was barely able to speak it wasn’t hard to understand she actually wished for a girl. Although, maybe thanks to this face of mine, she enjoyed putting me in dresses and forcing me into the life she dreamed of.
“Dana, mommy has to deal with some surprise visitors so stay in this closet and don’t make a noise just like how I taught you before alright?”
Those were the last words she uttered before kissing my forehead and closing the rusty closet doors. Then it was arguing, screams, red and silence.
The fact that she used to work in your estate because she was in debt to your father, that she ran away pregnant without actually paying it back and was being hunted down were things I only got to know later in life.
It seems they were unaware she was even pregnant and didn’t notice the child she so hurriedly tucked inside the old compact closet.
Such sad excuse of a life, at the end she wasn’t able to accomplish anything. All she had was a son who believed she hated him and thus hated her back. A son who didn’t even care about the effort she put into keeping him hidden and safe.
A son who returned to the estate she once escaped from.
It wasn’t too hard to get registered as a maid with such face and height. My plan originally was to slowly go up in ranks until I reached that filthy man and stab his chest the same way his henchmen stabbed that wench’s.
But then I met you.
The precious young lady of the estate, loved by all the workers and her parents. A lovely person who was sailing through life with no hardships, a being sure to be missed if lost.
I thought if I killed you the same way they killed that wench, that filthy man would experience so much pain he wouldn’t be able to forget about it for an entire lifetime.
So I started working to be your handmaid instead, and you quickly inflicted another type of anger into me.
I hated that you were oblivious to the pain others felt, I hated that all you knew was comfort and love, I hated that you never experienced what a broken heart felt like.
I hated how you smiled at me like you couldn’t do without me, I hated how your hair felt so soft in my hands as I brushed it, I hated how you happily ate the sweets I secretly took from the kitchen just so you could have some more, I hated how good you smelt right after I washed you, I hated how soft your skin felt against my fingertips as I helped you dress up-
“UGH!”
I gasp, sitting on the bathroom floor. Looking at the toilet seat filled with my insides and wiping my mouth with a shaky hand before flushing it down.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this…
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You look up to me with shaky eyes, body barely moving.
“I-I’m sorry-“
“Don’t pity me! I’m not someone who needs your pity!”
You flinch as I raise my voice. I feel so disgusted, my voice shaking with anger.
“At least I still had control over myself when all I had was hate… At least I was somewhat “normal”…”
My eyes never leave yours, your gaze only making me feel more agitated.
“I wasn’t supposed to feel like this… why did you have to wake up now…”
A tear threatens to fall from my eye.
“If only you just continued sleeping… then I could’ve continued staying next to you… I could’ve continued being good for you…”
“Dana I’m sorry-“
“I said I don’t want to hear it!”
I lower my head, not wanting to see the face you’re making.
Then an idea comes to my mind.
“Are you really sorry? Do you want to make up for it?”
I grab your face before you can answer.
“!?”
I slowly pull away to speak, your taste lingering in my lips.
“Then don’t report what happened today and let me continue staying by your side.
I lean in closer and look into your eyes.
“The only way you can atone for your sins is by accepting this twisted love of mine”
