神

"To simply watch over is a sin."

[shotgun-ki-deactivated20200926]

                                                          written       by          jaqi

[zamcsu]

"I brought tea."

   “Oh, well that was awfully nice of you, Black. Thank you.” The Kai stood from the table, after staring for too many hours in the crystal ball, soaking up the knowledge of various worlds and whatever else he viewed through it. “Everything went well today, I take it?”| @blckku |

[strengthfromneed]

Howdy guys, it’s Husayn, and I’d be much obliged if you’d like/reblog if you’d be interested in interacting with 𝑺𝒐𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒌𝒖 from 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒍/𝒁 !

[zamcsu]

Fitting, given that tea is essentially just twink+bottom coffee when you get right down to it.

“Only a FOOLISH MORTAL would say such vulgar things... and it being all about refreshments...”

[zamcsu]

Zamasu, I know your preference is tea, but what do you think of coffee?

“Coffee is a BLIGHT on this world! Tea is the ONLY drink for a Kai.”

[njzandatsu]

[zamcsu]

(Uncorrupt) Zamasu, was there a time you had helped Universe 7 with something big? - Happyhoganon

    “Well, I certainly wouldn’t call it too terribly big, but… I did manage to help them out with some resurgences of Frieza’s old army force. They didn’t want my help for when Frieza finally showed up himself. Hmph… Perhaps, next time.” Zamasu wanted to at least give more of a hand in that, as well, but they refused it. Somehow taking care of the lesser fodder had him in a more useful advantage? It was quite unclear, but he didn’t argue much, considering the issues all of them seemed to still have with him being among them.

[zamcsu]

talonedbanshee‌:

‘Is this a question that you had wished to ask of him?’ No, she had known what he wanted from the world, or rather from the universe. Total domination, control, power. The Zamasu she had known touted his divinity and benevolent intentions, but his actions spoke clearer than any of his rambling speeches ever would. Yet this instance of the Kai differed vastly in his mannerisms, and Moira had to wonder if the others were right about the man before her, or if he was simply a better actor.

“Well, isn’t that noble of you.” She said in a tone that clearly suggested she thought otherwise. Moira took a sip from her cup, as though considering the proposition. She couldn’t deny that a part of her wanted nothing more than to see Zamasu contained. It was a sad, scared part of her that had been born in the basement of their cabin, that still caused her to wake up in a cold sweat now and then. But that part still knew that Zamasu, even without immortality, was likely not an easy being to contain. That if her distrust was warranted, this might be nothing more than a trap. No, she could suffer lacking that peace of mind in order to put him under the microscope a while longer. To know that he spoke the truth, or else to make use of his presence by completing the countermeasures she had been developing since her captivity. Countermeasures that would see him contained with certainty (or better yet, dead).

“It isn’t necessary. You’re here to help us, after all…isn’t that right? You won’t be much help locked away.” Her expression had remained impassive throughout the exchange, but she now managed the smirk so familiar to her lips. “In fact, if you want to prove your willingness to cooperate so badly, you might come down to my lab and allow me to run some tests.”

[ @zamcsu ]

He listened to her, assessing by that tone that she was most displeased with him simply trying to right all the wrongs that have happened. But he took it all at the best he could, and listened further to her suggestion. With a thought placed on what possible positives could  come of such a situation, like testing, and also there was a bit of curiosity that kept his interest in it as he wondered how she would go about this. “Some tests?” Zamasu perked up, and looked a little brighter at this suggestion. “Well, if there is any way I could be of help, I will gladly accept this.” He finally moved his hand to grab at the warm cup on the counter, and took a sip. Grey eyes were momentarily closed as he blinked and soaked up the delicious drink into his taste buds. This was to be a small victory for him, finding peace even with someone who was seemingly filled with strife. It was small, but enough to calm him of any worry. Sets the cup back down, and looks at her again, more questions on his lips.

   “Should we begin right away, then? There’s no telling what the other me might have planned, if he has some way to reach this timeline, since he’s so casually fine with breaking taboo laws. I feel like I would want to be prepared for any situation, and I am assuming you do as well?” | @talonedbanshee​ |

[zamcsu]

talonedbanshee‌:

No one knew the extent of what Zamasu had done, she was well aware of that (for it was, in her eyes, not anyone’s business to know). Still, that they had not even deemed it necessary to tell this alternate Zamasu the simple fact that he would be housed with a former captive seemed a staggering oversight.

“Yes, well…” Moira now cursed herself for having said this much, for she saw very little reason to trust the Kai, even despite his seemingly genuine remorse. She was saved the trouble of immediate response by the long-awaited wail of the tea kettle, and subsequently the making of two cups of tea. Once finished, the scientist found herself staring idly at the dark surface of the steaming liquid. She remembered how often she had longed to fling something similarly destructive into Zamasu’s face. She remembered when she had.

“Take it.” She didn’t look up, but slid the cup over on the counter. “You wanted a cup, correct?” A pause filled the air, expectant, waiting on…what exactly? Slowly, she glanced over. “Tell me, Zamasu, what else do you want? From this world…what was your purpose in coming here?”

[ @zamcsu ]

He was watching her carefully, wondering in this moment at just how complex mortals really were, and his studies with Gowasu were finally showing some promise. He felt that he would definitely need to read more in order to follow closely on the more detailed activities and customs, but that could wait. With this news come to mind, that Gods were interfering in ways he couldn’t believe were actually happening, the young Kai felt somewhat responsible for unnecessary woes. His gaze swept down to the cup being offered, and then back at her with her inquiry, which had his attention more so than the warm drink could even dream of holding. This was more pressing, and he had his own questions forming, but the young Kai could wait further on those. He stared at her with a short calm, assessing as much as he could, and noting of her clipped tone filled with so much anger and disgust.

    “Is this a question that you had wished to ask of him?” He let that tense question linger in the air for a moment, before continuing with his arms folding softly behind his form. Turns his gaze off to the side, a deep line ingraining itself as he frowned heavily to further speak. “I know not of the details, but from what I can gather in all this is that the Zamasu of your time is a complete and utter maniac. I can’t really know it, but the fact of the matter is that a Kai; Whose entire existence is for life and creation, has taken it upon himself to enact death and destruction?” He shook his head, trying to not let the emotional turmoil of this get him too far off-track. “What I want from this world is to discover the reasoning behind his change of heart. I want to know why I became this in your future, and try to not become it.” He shot her another look, not needing this sort of justification, but felt somewhere that it was something necessary to add. “And if you disagree in this, and think I should be locked up  before I fall the same as he... Then perhaps you should alert your superiors, and settle it now. I won’t fight the decision...” | @talonedbanshee​ |

[zamcsu]

talonedbanshee‌:

“Lighten up?” The words left her unbidden, punctuated by an indignant scoff. Of course he didn’t know, couldn’t know what hell his face had given her (whether or not this instance possessed the capacity for such acts). Still, Zamasu was aware enough of his other-dimensional activities to imagine what one might have suffered at ‘his’ hands, and yet here he stood growing irritated with her in an eerily familiar fashion. ‘What mortal nonsense’, she could practically hear the words leave a sneer.

“My apologies if my sour looks have put you off. I suppose it’s hard to forgive my captor, or at the very least, a man who wears his face.” She had started off in a wry, sarcastic tone, but the moment that word left her lips, the mood shifted somber. She became aware of a weight she had been trying her best to ignore, one that had been steadily crushing her for some time now.

[ @zamcsu ]

Zamasu’s head tilted up slightly upon hearing this news, as he wasn’t prepared for such a shocking discovery. The very idea that there was another version of himself somewhere in another time, causing havoc and chaos, was one thing to consider; A mountainous amount of horror to stomach that. Yet, as he could clearly see the thick emotion seeping off from her burning energy, faint as it was, all life had it. And this particular mortal had it hotter than most, which concerned him greatly, now that he knew that in some awful fashion he was the cause of this. There was a short breath from him, a thin bite of the inside of his cheek, thinking deeply on this and how to properly approach it further.

    “...Forgive me. I wasn’t aware of something like that. Your situation was not ever honestly made clear to me. They had only said you were from that future, and that I was creating brutal chaos to the Earth there.” He didn’t know how else to phrase his apology, and wondered if it was again going straight into deaf ears. There was also the matter of if it could really be considered an apology, seeing as it wasn’t himself that sought out this destruction. | @talonedbanshee​ |

[cyberstevie]

zamasu seems like a crytyper

[zamcsu]

talonedbanshee‌:

‘Him’. There was something so very convenient about that, the way that Zamasu could refer to another reality as a completely separate entity, leaving him free of guilt. Yet would those two instances not converge, in one way or another? Did he not carry the same disposition that lent her ‘version’ of Zamasu to such heinous acts? Moira would not pretend to know all of the intricacies of timelines, nor that she had enough data to make any sort of educated guess on the matter. The fact was, quite simply, she found it hard to lend him an ounce of trust in any scenario.

“Astute of you.” Her fingernail tapped loudly against the hard counter-top, and her gaze didn’t relent. “I suppose that you’re correct, but I really should have been appeased by that heartfelt apology.” Never had a smile looked so devoid of any positive emotion, edging as close to a snarl as it was. Her tone dripped with bitter wryness and everything about her was taut, like a wire waiting to snap.

[ @zamcsu ]

  “...” His brows furrowed slightly upon hearing her sharp tone, and he couldn’t help but to find himself so annoyed with this attitude being directed his way. The Kai tried to let it pass on by, folded his arms tighter behind his back, but there was no way of getting past this without confronting it face on. He let the moment linger more in silence, before his gaze hardened just a tad bit, and pointed his own accusatory questions her way. 

   “I really do not understand why you’re this way with me. I’ve been nothing but complacent and kind towards you, even with all of your sour looks. Please tell me what is wrong, and how I can fix it? Is there nothing at all that I can say for you to lighten up? I am not the one that caused your future such bleakness, therefore this temper is not necessary towards me.” He wondered if he went too far, but his questions could not be held back any longer. He had to find out the reason for all of this, and what he clearly wasn’t in the know of. | @talonedbanshee​ |

[zamcsu]

talonedbanshee‌:

For a brief moment, something with the promise of acceptance flickered before her, colored by curiosity. His own disorientation somehow put her at ease, made her focus on the uncanny situation before her, removed from her personal experiences with his counterpart. It lasted only a heartbeat. Moira had always been known as extraordinarily calm in the most dire of situations. Why, then, did she seem to hear the shriek of the kettle when only silence filed the room?

I’m sorry. Muttered so nonchalantly, something reminiscent of a parent asking to excuse the actions of their unruly child. How could that even begin to cover what he had done to the Earth, what he had done to her? Likely, he didn’t know the extent of it, and that in itself was a blow to the gut. Would that she could live in such blissful ignorance. 

“I’m sure that you are.” Her voice was just above a growl and the smile at her lips was strained, and even she did not know if was going to press the issue. Troubles. What an understatement. She now found it hard to speak over the thundering of her pulse in her ears. With a glare fixed on Zamasu, Moira stood silent, leaving his (absolutely insulting) small talk to hang between them unanswered.

[ @zamcsu ]

   “...Is... there something wrong?” It was a question he had wanted to ask the second he laid eyes on her upon entering, for she appeared to be beyond trouble. This was even more evident with how her sarcastic tone was seemingly so laced with malice, and he wondered for a moment if he was in some immediate danger with that growl of hers. There were many questions he had of his own, preferably on the course of destruction that his other self had created a surefire way in a future he didn’t entirely know of. This woman was a link to that time, and one he was going to keep an eye on to the best of his abilities. Also, if he was allowed to ask away his inquiries without any conflict, for she seemed quite ready to give one. There was a tenseness in her form that was so clearly visible, and Zamasu knew he should tread so lightly. “You seem to... be quite unhappy. And it appears that it’s pointed towards myself, which I can only assume is because of ‘him’?” | @talonedbanshee​ |

[zamcsu]

talonedbanshee‌:

“Of course…” Reluctant as her response sounded, Moira hated how instinctual it had been. Never since her captivity would even she have dared to deny Zamasu’s direct wishes, especially when it came to something so arbitrary (for such things could and had set off his unpredictable temper). Even the smile he flashed her did little to quell the unease surrounding this interaction, likely present only on her end. Zamasu had smiled sweetly many times, and from those curved lips would pour the vilest things.

“I don’t believe we’ve formally met yet. Moira O’Deorain.” At the very least, she had never been one for the flight response, and so she stepped forward and extended a hand towards the face that still appeared in her nightmares. It wasn’t with the benevolent intention of forgiveness that she acted, but a resolve to judge for herself what sort of man this Zamasu truly was. Genetically, he was the same as their enemy, and that in itself could prove quite useful if he was truly to aide in his counterpart’s defeat. If not…she would use that very fact against him. After all, this Zamasu was not immortal, and she would settle for his screams.

[ @zamcsu ]

   “Oh, so that is your name! Pleased to meet you.” He took her hand, returning the gesture of a proper shake before returning it to be behind his back. “Zamasu, Kai-in-training of Universe Ten...” It was said like he had been trained to repeat it on instinct, and quickly he noticed how awkward that must be, especially to someone who clearly has met with another ‘him’. “Ah, but you already knew that, sorry! This whole situation is... confusing to me, but I am trying my hardest to keep up with it.” He already felt awful for appearing so out of sorts, especially in front of a mortal, that he should definitely need to appear as something higher-placed. Straightens his posture, a perfect as it could be, such discipline he had learned over time in order to show he had everything under control here. “So, you were from the future? I’m sorry for the troubles that have occurred there, because of that other me, and hope I am able to help out in any way that I can. It must be strange being in the past, right?” | @talonedbanshee​ |

[zamcsu]

talonedbanshee‌:

She had been managing quite well to avoid him since the news of his arrival had reached her down in the labs. Moira was busy, after all, and had little reason to go speak with the Zamasu of another timeline. A separate instance, free of the sins committed by the man who had laid waste to an entire planet. For now, she had to think. No, she did not believe unconditionally in his innocence, not even considering the confidence the other deities seemed to show. But that was a matter out of her hands, and so the scientist focused on her work.

It was late one night when her Irish luck wore out (or maybe it was just her luck) and a desire for a cup of tea led to the chance encounter. She was still awaiting the whistle of the kettle when the door opened, and in he walked wearing a thoughtful expression. It was more jarring than she wanted to acknowledge, to find herself undeniably tense with the anticipation of what reaction he would have to her presence. Would it be anger, or something worse? Moira had to remind herself that he, this one, didn’t even know her.

     “…Evening.”

[ @zamcsu ]

He had been brought to this timeline, an instance that was near-similar to his own, and obviously it was vastly different to what he knew. Still, Zamasu was not about to let the differences deter him from the new goal he had set in his mind, as he had been told the seriousness for why he was chosen to be here. This didn’t stop him from wanting something calming to drink, and having him wander into the kitchen. The Kai needed some time to reflect on everything that had been said to him rather recently, and more importantly over the fact that the Zamasu everyone in this timeline knew of was something he couldn’t really imagine seeing in himself; Vicious, cruel, and diabolically twisted to the point of maddened reasoning. That was the Zamasu they all knew, and he had been sought out by their Destroyer and his attendant, all of them seeking a balanced way to put and end to this, rather than to simply destroy said being. He didn’t even know what they honestly wanted, if that was really their true goal in bringing him here, but he knew he would try to earn their trust.

He stopped in his tracks the second he realized he wasn’t alone in the room, seeing that rather tall figure a few feet away, and feeling the need to break the sudden tension that was felt here. Zamasu let a small smile flash her way, hoping it was enough. He knew little of what happened with this woman, other than she was in that awful future timeline, and rescued from it. “Good evening to you.” His gaze traveled to the kettle waiting on the stove-top, and gestured towards it. “Oh, are you making a pot of tea? May I have a cup as well, please?” | @talonedbanshee​ |

[cowcat44]

Merged Zamasu (First leak from chapter 22)

[lukas-musings]

    𝘛𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦

            Why don’t we KIᒪᒪ each other 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺?

                  What can I 𝑠𝑎𝑦                                       Baby                                             What can I 𝑑𝑜?

                                        The 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 in me

                                                     Loves the 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 in you