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ell-arts · 7 months

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Hello, cadet here! :D

I wanted to ask something about one episode of the show in particular (if you had watched it). The Cosmic Contest, we got to see these entities in there called the Overlords, and by what the PMATGA wiki says, apparently they watch over everyone in the universe. As seen below, I guess Betrayus, Pac, and Apex had disobeyed their laws.

My question is about some theories you may have of what these 'Overlords' might be in the PMATGA universe because to me they seem like these possible gods or something. Do you have any suggestions on what these things are because it's confusing me to the core :') (Love you btw, your works mean a lot to me 🥰)

Fam, I'm more surprised by the fact that the wiki actually wrote something coherent and factual for a change 😂 Or at least as factual as speculation goes, haha. (But what the wiki mentions about the Overlords "council the universe to make each world balanced with peace/The worlds disobeying their laws" is false because this particular info was never mentioned anywhere in the episode.)

So, the Overlords.

They do seem to be deities of some sort and the powers they have support the theory. It's interesting that it's included that they are the Overlords of the "Outer Regions," which makes me wonder if they come from solar systems on the outskirts of the galaxy, or from different galaxies entirely.

It is possible that these are considered the gods of the show's universe, but to be honest, I think they're more likely to be demi-gods or fallible beings that are immortal-but-not-immune-to-death. I say this because they may be powerful, but they've mentioned that they do indeed have physical features and have the need to use the bathroom, so they still have mortal/biological needs.

"We are the Overlords of the Outer Regions! Your noisy battle has woken us from our centuries-long Space Nap Supreme...and we are extremely cranky! Your incessant bickering has made us get up early, and our hair looks all funny and we REALLY need to use the bathroom! Clearly we must deal with you troublesome noise-makers." -Main Overlord speaker

They also alluded to having their own sets of fears and threats. The main Overlord speaker himself had this to say about Pac;

...which opens up a whole theory in and of itself. What IS a Yellow Orb's full potential? How powerful can Pac become if his 'full potential' is enough to challenge the Overlords?

So because the Overlords can be challenged by something like a Pacworlder, I don't exactly think that they are all-powerful or strong enough to be gods. Rather, I think that they are lesser deities or immortal beings that live in space, similar to the Ghosteroid and the Space Worm, but more intelligent of course. Maybe they do have their own home planet or base of operations, but they are capable of surveilling the entire galaxy and communicate across solar systems via a telepathic/intergalactic transmission such as what we see in the video.

That's my theory on it at least XD

#ask #pmatga #pacman and the ghostly adventures #pacster #pmatga overlords #Overlords of the Outer Regions #One day I'm going to make a drawing based on Pac's “full potential”

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crankywhenprovoked · 4 years

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Kinktober 2020. Day 13. Humiliation. Roceit.

All of these stories have been done well in advance, as such means I will NOT be accepting any ship requests, thank you for understanding.

Note: This is all role-play, in a controlled situation.

Janus shivered as he could hear the announcement of his predicament being broadcasted through the theater. All the lights on the stage were being pointed directly at him, letting the audience become just a black void beyond the stage.

“Look at how hard he already is, pathetic.”

Shivering at the words he could hear from the seats, he did his best to not pull too hard on his restraints. This wasn’t the first time he had been strapped into an X-frame, but being centerstage was something completely new.

Swallowing hard, Jay held up two fingers, gasping as the dildo that was resting inside of him started moving. Even as the machine moving the toy started getting into a steady pace, Jay could still hear the murmur of the audience. Everytime his cock leaked or twitched, another smattering of laughs peppered through the seats. Which only served to make his cock twitch harder into the open air.

“Do you think he’s going to come just from a dildo? Wouldn’t that be hilarious?”

Jay bit his lip hard, trying his best to ignore the words around him, but he could feel the need in every nerve ending. Leaning his head back, he tried to look out into the crowd again, but the giggles that motion brought forth didn’t help. Along the edge of the stage a few of the lights turned green, making Jay nod his head, before they turned back to white.

Holding up two fingers again, Janus shivered as he watched a spot on the floor pull back, a mechanical arm slide out. The end of the arm held a fleshlight, the lights shining against the lube at the entrance to the toy. Holding his breath, his limbs trembled as the toy slid over his cock, slowly pressing down until it was flush against his body.

“Oh, the poor thing is so close to coming, just from a few touches.”

Trying to get his breathing back, Jay leaned his head back, fighting every bit to keep from filling the toy already. A few times he started to lift his fingers, but a titter from the audience caused his cock to throb, making him put them back down. Feeling the chilly lube slide down his balls broke some resolve, making him hold his fingers up.

Now he could barely hear the audience at all, his moans mixed with the machines moving drowned them out. The fleshlight working up and down his cock as the dildo sped up slightly, making his head fuzzy. Pleasure rushed through him at the duel sensations, laughter and some cheers from the audience making him moan louder.

“Look at him, he’s going to come.”

Holding back as long as he could, Janus bit his lip, holding as still as he could before his orgasm slammed into him. Before he could even attempt to hold up any fingers, the toys stopped moving completely.

Foot steps on the stage made him roll his head tiredly, smiling up at Roman who came close and cupped the side of his face.

“Can you give me a color?” Roman asked.

“Let me see the seats, please?”

Waving his free hand towards the seats, the lights rose on an empty auditorium, speakers on the heads of some of the chairs. Nodding his head slightly, Jay relaxed more into Roman’s touch, humming.

“Green. That was everything I wanted and more.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Pulling Janus into a soft kiss, Roman waved his hand again, the toy machines slowly retracting, making him groan. Undoing the one around Jay’s waist, Roman replaced it with his own arm, before the arm and leg restraints undoing themselves.

Sliding his other arm under Jay’s legs, Roman lifted him up before nodding his head, the room morphing into his large bathroom. Smiling at the water already running, Janus groaned as Roman lowered him into the hot water.

“That feels amazing.” He hummed.

“You deserve it. You did so amazing out there, looked so good coming like that.”

“Yea? Did it get you all hot and bothered?”

“It did, it will be forefront in my fantasies when I take care of myself later.” Roman smiled, kneeling next to the tub.

“Oh? You didn’t take care of that itch while I was up there?”

“Nope,” He shook his head, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Janus’s forehead. “I didn’t want to miss a cue or if you were feeling discomfort.”

“You’re too sweet.”

Roman shook his head, letting Jay pull him into a soft kiss, before pulling back and grabbing a washcloth. Soaping up the cloth, Roman slowly rubbed all of Jay’s muscles, letting him relax against the edge of the tub.

“Sweet or savory?” Roman asked, as he moved to sit on a chair right behind the head of the tub where Jay’s head was.

“Sweet, with tea?”

“You got it.”

Waving his hand next to the tub, a small table with a cloche tray on top appeared, Roman pulling off the top and setting it aside. Lifting the mug of tea, Roman handed it to Jay before resting his hands on his shoulders, rubbing the muscles.

“Mmm, your hands are amazing.” He groaned softly, sipping the warm liquid before picking up a chocolate covered fruit.

“So you’ve told me.”

Jay hummed as he ate the treats, finishing his tea as Roman moved from rubbing his shoulders to his ankles. As the water started cooling off, Roman helped him stand up, wrapping him in fluffy towels before lifting him again. Carrying him into the bedroom, Roman finished drying him off before laying him in bed, wrapping blankets around him.

“You’re going to stay?” Jay asked, as Roman laid down next to him.

“Until you fall asleep, then I’m going to take care of things, then I’ll be back. Is that alright?”

“Perfectly alright.” He nodded, letting Roman pull him close, relaxing against his chest.

“Sleep well, my love.”

Roman hummed a song softly, stroking Jay’s hair as he held him close, the last of Jay’s resistance seeping out of him as he drifted off into sweet slumber.

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magic5ball · 4 years

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Nature Trail to Hell Arc I: Nature Trail to Hell (7)

Chapter 7: A Modest Proposal

“ATTENTION ALL CAMPERS!” Hoebag’s voice blared through the megaphone at a decibel pitch so high that if Hilda and I had stood any closer, I’m pretty sure our ears would have blown off.

“WE”RE GOING TO PLAY A NEW GAME.”

She pulled out a whole ream of stickers from her pocket. But not just any stickers. These were bath soap scented stickers, saved only for the nicest, most well-behaved suck ups. So many that, when she pulled them out, the sheet touched the floor.

“IT’S CALLED ‘PANTS THE COUNSELOR’. WHOEVER PULLS DOWN THE PANTS OF THE MOST CAMP COUNSELORS WINS THIS WHOOOLLLLEEE SHEET OF STICKERS. AND AFTER THAT, I’LL GIVE ANOTHER (YES JIMMY, ANOTHER) SHEET TO WHOEVER CAN RAID THE MOST OBJECTS FROM THE MESS HALL! AND AFTER THAT, I HEREBY RENAME THIS DUMP-“

A loud flushing noise came from the bathroom. “Ms. Hoebag, I think the toilet is clogged.”

“SILENCE, YOU FOOL! DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO I AM?”

“I mean, it is starting to flood. And the door won’t open.”

“ANYWAYS, THIS CAMP IS HEREBY CAMP ANARCHY! And we shall build the greatest summer camp in the world from the ashes of Camp Sham.”

It didn’t even take a second for the camp to erupt into chaos. The counselors tried to keep us kids under wraps, but before long each had a pile of kids ten feet high on top of each of them, all vying for their pants. Hilda and I were swept away in the ensuing chaos.

“I wonder how Shatner is doing?” I yelled to Hilda.

“He’ll be fine!” Hilda insisted “Just head to the Mess Hall with me. There’s something I need to tell you!”

And boy, was the Mess Hall ever well named! All over kids were doing all the things they were told never to do, knowing full well that when their parents came back, they could pin all their sins on Ms. Hoebagg’s negligence (or in the case of Bernie Finster, Jesus). They played Frisbee with the life preserver, made toilet paper mummies used the arts and craft paints to draw on every visible surface, drank from the outdoor water pump, climbed on the roofs of cabins, used the canoes as battering rams; fought tooth and nail for the last ice cream sandwich in the canteen… you get the idea. One group of kids even pushed down the tetherball pole and stole the ball, taking back what they’d been forced to share. Now I’m no Picasso, but outside of a pack of deinonychus ripping a tenontosaurus to shreds, this was probably the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. And that was before somebody lit the flagpole on fire! If I do have one regret, it was that I couldn’t have spent more time gazing.

“Hurry up!” Hilda screamed, grabbing my arm.

But as we raced into the mess hall, I was confused. Nothing special seemed to be going on. Just a few kids using the chairs to break windows just for the heck of it. And it still had that lousy outdoor smell. Then at the back of the hall, Hilda took a sharp left. In front of us, a pair of giant, chromium steel doors swung lazily on their hinges. For a moment I thought we were going to crash, but instead we passed through into wonderland. A linoleum covered, moist, antiseptic smelling wonderland with a tiled floor. Granted, it’s not too exciting as an adult, but when you’re a ten year old who’s always been told the kitchen is a forbidden zone you’re never to enter, for all you care it’s the frickin’ Bat Cave.

Surprisingly, it was empty, except for some kidwearing a soup pot like it was armor. Hilda kept dragging me, through shelves filled with cans of food bigger than my head, to the back. There, separated from us only by a stepladder, was a gleaming silver sink big enough to hold ten Wattersons! (I know I’m small, but still!)

“All ours, Watt. All ours.”

And it was.

. . .

Remember what I said about not being allowed into kitchens? Well that has to do with a little thing I did back in my golden years, when I was five. You see, I really wanted an outdoor pool like our neighbors, the Bensons, but my parents, ever the buzzkills, always turned me down. So I took matters into my own little toddler hands and decided to make our whole house into a swimming pool! All I had to do was wait until my parents had gone out for dinner, then I turned on the kitchen sink; watched it flood until it spilled over the sides. It was my first time seeing a waterfall. But just before I could imagine what kinds of sharks I would keep, my parents stormed in, putting an end to my little adventure. And our basement has had a mildew problem ever since. Yours truly never tried that again, having learned his lesson, but since this sink belonged to a totalitarian prison…

. . .

Long story short, we had a blast. Hilda showed me the soap nozzle, and combined with the gigantic pots and pans scattered in the aluminum basin, we had the most epic naval battle ever to grace a kitchen sink. All was going well until I realized

“Wait a second. I never told you how much I’ve wanted to do this! How’d you know?!” because I may be dumb, but I’m not that dumb.

“That’s what I’ve been meaning to tell you, Watt. I just got caught up in things a little.” Hilda stepped off the stepstool. “You see, I’m, I’m…”

My brain whirred. Oh no. Oh nonononono! My Dad had warned me about this moment, how one day, just when I thought I was good friends with a girl, she’d go and lay on the big proposal. He’d always told me it was a big commitment, and one that yours truly, at ten years old, wasn’t ready to make!

“I am the force that seeks out the downtrodden, the destitute, the hopeless. I am the festering darkness that buries people alive. The smasher of dreams.”

Which to my ten year old mind was just girl talk for calling a guy handsome.

“Is that supposed to be some kind of riddle? ‘Cause I’m kind of bad at riddles.”

Hilda sighed. “Watt” she asked, “do you still want to leave this place? We could become Supreme Overlords of this place, if you’d like. With Shatner, of course”

I noticed she looked a mite sad, and that she was smelling worse than usual. But bad as it made me feel, I knew I didn’t belong at Camp Sham.

“Sorry Hilda. But a kid’s gotta do what a kid’s gotta do. I’m a good kid, and I don’t belong in this place”

“Are you sure? ”

“Sorry, but I’d rather chew my own foot off than spend another second here.”

“Okay...”

As the floor flooded, Hilda looked glumly at her (weirdly blurry) reflection on the ground.

“Okay, I’ll just… go to the restroom.

Now all that stood in that kitchen was me, chicken soup guy, and a kitchen floor buried in a foot of soapy water. I took a gallon sized jar of peanut butter and walked out into the scorching midday sun.

#My writing #summer camp #Nature Trail To Hell #goth

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imaginedanganronpa · 5 years

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How would the V3 boys react to meeting their future selves from (insert date here) in some over the top future get up to warn them about the upcoming goose apocalypse, where the world will be taken over and enslaved by geese and their future selves get them a way to prevent it? It’s just pure humor in a serious way (the geese really are vicious).

I wrote this one as one long imagine with all of the boys included because, honestly, I don’t think I could actually write this prompt eight times. I can tell this was Requested for shits & giggles but I want to know what was going on when you sent this in lmao, I hope this suffices.

V3 Boys Meeting Their Future Selves Who Come Back To Warn Them About An Upcoming (Goose) Apocalypse!

The week presented itself ordinarily just likeany other and there wasn’t anything off about Hope’s Peak Academy, or so itseemed.

On Monday, Kiibo had noticed something strange happening just outside of the window.While daydreaming in class, the Robot was flicking his pencil rapidly. Theresistant tapping pushed his paper off of his desk, and when he went to pick itup, he realized that it had somehow ended up outside.

He narrowed his eyes, wondering how that could have possibly happened since thewindows were locked. Kiibo continued to watch as a pair of geese waddled towardsthe paper and nestled on top of it, apparently claiming it as their own.

Sighing, he brings his eyes back towards the front of the class. “Nothing I cando about it now,” he thinks to himself.

His curiosity got the better of him, though. He kept thinking back to how theHell that happened. And the strange, disturbing look in the geese’s eyes…

Kiibo approached his classmates at the end of the day. “Hey, you guys,” he saysas he reluctantly makes his way to the cluster of boys. The girls seemed todepart as soon as their class ended, but the boys were still gathered in thehallway.

They stare at him in curious silence, and Kiibo took that as his cue to continue.“Did any of you have anything… weird happen to you today?”

“Like what?” Ouma retorts harshly with his arms crossed over his chest. Sighing,Kiibo wanted to avoid going into details if possible. “Well, I think my paperteleported outside and-”

“Teleported?” Saihara cuts him off – it would be the Detective who questionshis logic. To be fair, it did sound pretty strange which is why Kiibo washesitant to say anything at all.

“Teleportation doesn’t exist, Kiiboy! I thought you knew that!” Ouma addswith a rather menacing and belittling tone in his voice. Kiibo nods and brushespast the group, sighing and blaming the incident on a glitch in his system.

The week continued to bring strange happenings to the boys, though. Firstly,Kaito’s lunch seemed to vanish out of thin-air. One moment, it was sitting on hisdesk; he turned his back and it was gone! Of course, he blamed it on Ouma snatchingit off his desk when he wasn’t looking, but the Supreme Leader promised that he didn’t haveanything to do with it.

Next, Rantaro’s backpack shifted from one side of the classroom to the other.It was sitting on the floor beside his desk when he left to go to the Bathroom,and it was in the opposite corner, sitting on the window-sill when he returned.He sighed and, again, blamed it on Ouma because who else would play a pointlessprank like that? To top things off, when he went to retrieve it, a giant goose flew into and perched itself on the window-sill on the outside of the building. Something about it seemedstrange – almost like it was watching him as he picked up his backpack, butRantaro shrugs it off. “It’s just a goose.”

And the day after that, a goose flew into the window during class. The onlypeople who noticed it were Gonta and Korekiyo who happened to be sitting nextto the window. The sudden, loud noise caused Gonta to jump and release a yelpfrom the back of his throat. Their classmates turned to look at the two men, butKorekiyo kept silent about what he saw, not thinking anything of it.

On Friday, Kiibo made his way past the group of seven boys once again. He wasn’tgoing to acknowledge them until Saihara asked him to wait up, catching hisattention. Confused, the Robot walked towards them with a strange look on hisface.

“Kiibo, has anything else weird happened to you this week?” Saihara asked,before going into great detail about the strange events that seemed to befalltheir class. The boys began walking towards the Courtyard together, when all ofa sudden…

A thick fog appeared out of nowhere and reduced their visibility to zero. Theyhalt and wave their hands in an attempt to clear the fog but to no avail. Then, almost like in a movie, eight shadowy figures emerged from the fog and presentedthemselves to the boys.

It was… themselves?!

Eight men stood in front of them, and they each looked like older versions ofthemselves. Stunned, they pinched themselves to make sure that they weren’tdreaming. It caught them off-guard when one of them spoke.

The Robot, adorned in giant, futuristic Mech-Gear and Weaponry, announced himselfas Kiibo. “Well, hello, me,” he says with a smirk, “we are coming here with animportant message from ten years in the future.”

Okay, this was getting really weird…

They stood, unable to move their legs or speak. All they could do was listen towhat the… future versions of themselves had to say.

“We traveled back to when all of this first started,” said the Amami from thefuture. Shuichi, who was standing beside him pitched in. “This is a warning,and I know you won’t believe us but… there’s something wrong with the geese.”

…And it somehow just got even weirder.

Ouma was the first person who found the courage to speak up and actually givehis two cents. Holding up his hand defensively, he examines the identicalperson standing in front of him. “Wow, me from the future looks really good!”He exclaims as he squeezes the other’s cheek to make sure he was real; thefuture-Kokichi smacked his hand away irritably, “Don’t do that, Gremlin. We’rebeing serious! God, I was even more annoying when I was younger.”

“Hey!” Ouma stomps his foot aggressively, ready to square up with his futureself. Geez, and to think they could barely handle one of him.

The future-Shuichi grabs the smaller man’s shoulder and holds him back. “Shutup, Kokichis - this is important.”

The pair settles down as the future-Momota chimes in, realizing that nothingwas going to get done if this continued. “Okay, trust us, we know it soundscrazy but… you aren’t dreaming. I know that’s probably what you’re thinking,Kaito, but you’re not. Trust me, I’m you. I wouldn’t lie to you… I mean, to me.”

Something about this situation seemed unbelievable and they genuinely believedthat they were getting punked right now. The eight highschoolers continued toraise suspicions, when out of nowhere a large white goose swoops down from Hope’sPeak’s rooftop and aims directly for the futuristic men.

The future-Kiibo uses one of the Guns strapped to his arm to shoot it down; hisreflexes are what saved them. Meanwhile, the present-day versions of themselvesstare forward in disbelief.

“We told you! Now, do you believe us?”

Nodding silently, they follow the future versions of themselves back into the schoolbuilding where they get down to business. Together, they explain that ten yearsfrom now, the local Geese have evolved and taken over the world, enslavinghumans and killing those who wouldn’t obey.

They got here because the future version of Miu Iruma was able to build a Time-Machineand they were hoping that the boys could find a way to put a stop to those damnedbirds before things got out of control. Her Time-Machine is also what had created a portal, hence the strange things that have been happening to them this week.

The Geese seemed to sense their portal’s presence which is why it seemed like there were more of them on campus grounds lately. Thankfully, they were able to make it back here in time before the Goose-Overlord from back home could stop them.

“Please, the geese killed my family and I’m begging you, all I want is to get my family back,” Momota winces through the tears, gripping onto Kaito’s shirt. It was honestly a really uncomfortable sight.

There were still some skeptics among the group. Korekiyo and Ryoma didn’t believea single word of this – Korekiyo was too busy admiring how each of them haveaged. Meanwhile, Ryoma had convinced himself that this was all just a dream.

“How can we believe you?” He asks with a husky voice.

The future version of Gokuhara responds. “Well, listen, men. It is with ourdeepest and most sincere wishes that each of you divert this situation beforethose evil creatures enslave us all. The entire world is counting onyou… no pressure.”

The eight highschoolers stare blankly at the large man, with their jaws hanginglow. Not due to their situation, but because they were wondering where Gonta’sspeech-impediment went. All the future version of himself could do was smileshyly, “After all, that’s what… Gentleman do, right?”

That’s all he had to say to get his past self on board – the current Gontaleaping to his feet and vowing to protect the others from those birds!

“Perhaps you’ve seen how vicious they have become recently?” Future-Shinguujisays, and his past self nods with ease as he recalls the goose flying into the windowfrom yesterday.

“But… how do we stop them?” Asks Rantaro, “I mean, if it’s that bad is therereally anything we can do?”

They work together to create a convoluted plan that may or may not work. They couldn’t drive them to extinction since they live all over the world, but they did believe that there was a way to prevent this. It seemed like the problem started in Japan and spread like a virus to the rest of the world.

Together, the boys decided to wipe out the local Goose-population before that virus could spread and infect the ‘innocent’ birds.

“After all,” Ouma says proudly, “there’s no way in Hell I’ll let a fucking goose enslave me!” Kaito, Ryoma, and Korekiyo chime in. Their words are what causes the rest of the group to band together to put a stop to this before it’s too late.

“But… why us?” Saihara asks, and the older version of himself just offers them a reassuring smile. “Because you’re Ultimates, and you’re the only ones who are capable of handling this. We believe in you, the world is at stake here.”

This sends a wave of confidence through the group. The future versions of themselves reenter the portal and wave one final goodbye to the current boys. With one final notion of good luck, they return to the future in hopes of coming home to a new outcome.

“Now, let’s get those Geese, boys!” Kiibo shouts as he charges his weapons, earning a warrior cry from the others.

- Mod Rantaro

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kokichi-and-co-imagine-blog · 6 years

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Your top three characters walking in on their s/o getting ready to commit suicide unexpectedly

oooooh, time for more angst. And my choice too?? How kind of youuuu!

since this is clearly gonna depict some not dandy actions, I’ll also just put all this under the cut. After all, I don’t want anyone who gets upset by this to get any bad ideas or memories. So yeah.

Well this is concerning

You know, you’d think that after being a part of constant illegal activities that seem to have a pattern for going awry, Fuyuhiko wouldn’t be easily phased by something that he knew happened every day. Just a statistic, he kept thinking. it didn’t really mean much to him.

Well, at least… not until he saw s/o on the ground of the bathroom with a plethora of pills poured into their hand among the sea of pills beneath them that just fell as they shook violently. It didn’t take very long for him to realize, ‘shit, I have to do something about this before it’s too late.’

Thinking fast, he ran into the room and pulled s/o up by the wrists, feeling guilty when they whimpered in pain. He didn’t have time to think about that though. He scooped as many of the pills as his tiny hands could carry and, in a swift and surprisingly graceful move, got them all into the toilet before flushing them down. He then turned back to s/o, giving them a look that demanded attention.

“What the fuck are you thinking, dumbass?!” He said, getting angrier than he intended. When he saw s/o wince at his harsh words, he calmed himself a little before continuing to speak.

“I-I… I have no idea what shit you’re thinking. And you know that… that this isn’t a scenario I’ve ever had to deal with before. Can we just… get out of this tiny-ass bathroom, go cuddle or some shit on the bed, and you tell me what’s going on?I can’t guarantee it’ll make things clear as to how to solve your problems and whatnot, but I can tell you burdens like this are easier to beat when shared. Peko taught me that, y’know.” He gently lead s/o out of the bathroom and to the bedroom.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I-”

“Shh. It’s okay. You’re still here, so it’s okay.”

——

It was more silent than Kokichi was used to.

He walked in the home pretty noisily, so he found himself a little surprised when no one came to greet him in the entryway of the house he had begun sharing with s/o. Then again, it was quite late, so there was a chance they were just asleep already.

As he was walking into the kitchen to grab himself a bottle of soda, he heard a muffled cry coming from the garage. Though it was hard to make out, his heart skipped a beat or two when he realized that it wasn’t just his imagination, but actually s/o. What were they doing in the garage that late at night? Silly s/o, 1 A.M. was for sleeping!

He would’ve gone out into the garage immediately if he didn’t see a note with his name hastily scribbled onto it. He picked it up gingerly, unfolding it. The further he read, the more the sinking feeling in his stomach became prominent. This wasn’t just a regular note telling him that he’d be on dish duty for the night since he was gone.

No, this was a suicide note. Unmistakably so.

Hastily hiding it in his pocket, he hastily ran out to the garage, calming himself and putting on a facade to make it a little more casual. After all, how could he talk you down if he didn’t appear level headed.

He opened the door, and his facade almost immediately dropped. s/o was still alive, alright, but a gun to the head is a risky situation to try and talk someone down from.

“Y’knooooow, as much fun as a game of roulette can be, I don’t think it’s fair that you’ve rigged the game, darling. Alone in a garage, so you take all the turns? That isn’t fair, and we both know it.” Kokichi said smoothly, doing his best not to scream out to them to just drop the gun.

“S-so what if I am? It isn’t like anyone cares.” s/o spat out, trying to sound rational through a shaky voice. While he knew he could be the voice of reason, he was struggling to hold onto any words that were trying to fly away from his mind. He was hurt by the blunt statement s/o retorted with.

“You’re saying no one cares, huh?” Kokichi said, taking a step forward as he played with a lock of his hair. “That’s a little harsh thing to say to your boyfriend of a year, you know.” He gave a softer,more concerned smile than he normally gave. It was a little awkward and lopsided, but it was probably because he wasn’t used to being this straightforward with how he thought. s/o was shaking more, but slowly took their finger off the gun.

“That… that isn’t a lie, right? I can trust that?”

“You can trust not just that statement, or this smile of mine, but me. I wouldn’t lie to you about something this horrible. I may be a compulsive liar, but I know when honesty is actually needed.”

With that, s/o dropped the gun and attacked Kokichi with a hug. He stumbled a little bit due to the force, but quickly wrapped his arms around them tightly. He could feel tears falling onto his shoulder. He’d also be lying if he said his eyes weren’t a little misty.

He would never let s/o think like that again. He would do anything to make them feel better about themselves and see people really do care.

—–

It wasn’t like his lover, his hellfire incarnate, to stumble and become so distraught. It wasn’t like them, yet… here they were, in the kitchen, bleeding profusely. Even his own Dark Devas were stirring in a concerned fashion.

“My dearest, most passionate hellfire, scorching my heart like the sun does to ignorant mortals, what has happened in my absence?”

s/o jumped in response, trying to cover the damage with a rag towel apprehensively and trying to smile through the pain.

“O-oh, you’re uh…home early!” s/o stuttered, failing at keeping themselves completely upright. Before they could hit the ground, they felt a pair of arms catch them. Gundham hastily brought s/o to a couch nearby so she can sit. Gundham gently took a piece of his scarf uninhabited by his Dark Devas and quickly used it as a tourniquet. He rushed off into the bathroom to grab the bandages he was acquainted with using on a regular basis and brought them out to help bandage the wounds alonf with some Neosporin to assure it wouldn’t get infected. His hands were quick and skilled as he applied the appropriate amount of disinfectant before wrapping s/o’s arm with bandages.

“Gundham, you know I-” s/o started, trying to reason, and tell him.

“Silence yourself. I had already seen the way you were attracted to knives, that intensity that could only be matched by the hell hound itself, I… it would be far to obvious to the Supreme Overlord Of Ice that you were scheming within the confinements of your head. I had told my employer of my possible future absence, and merely went out to take care of some familiars today.”

“G-Gundham, I… I;m so sorry..”

Running a hand through their hair, he smiled gently and put his forehead to theirs. He stayed quiet for a moment before mumbling, “Fear not, my dark one. I would never let you fall to the realm of the Seven Circles of Hell like this. Not like this.”

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May I ask, why does Azula make you passionate? Not a lot of people has the capability to empathize (NOT sympathize) with the antagonists, or a lot don't have the power to share or sense clearly their thoughts and feelings (for many reasons) as they do with the protagonists. Most people are mersiless toward them, even if they were understandable.

Uh, well, if you want the very honest answer? I saw myself in her. But if you want an in-depth answer, click the Read More.

I didn’t mean to, no. I didn’t go looking for myself in her character, I was uneasy about her, even somewhat worried, in her first episodes. She had been characterized very deliberately as colder, more scheming, more efficient than her brother or Zhao, the only Fire Nation villains we knew so far. She hadn’t quite succeeded at anything yet, but there was no tantrum after her failures, no self-pitying act: she simply kept going relentlessly.

She wouldn’t stop at anything, and after watching her convince Mai so easily that her brother wasn’t worth trading over a king, it’s kind of natural to wonder if she’s really devoid of a conscience… No lie, though, it also reflects heavily on Mai that she agreed so easily. It especially looks like Mai has less of a conscience than Azula, since it’s her brother we’re talking about, and it doesn’t really look like she was scared of contradicting Azula: she had only ever complained about her family ever since she showed up on-screen. In short, I thought they were all weird and mean and morally incorrect! :’D

But I have had a penchant to grow interested in characters who are strong, who are driven to the ends of the earth. I used to think I favored tsundere-types of female characters back when I was in my anime-heavy phase, but soon enough I realized that wasn’t quite right: I was interested in female leaders instead, characters who were often tsundere because they bury their feelings deep down, because their main interests are professional, or academic… basically, they were ambitious people who sometimes went too far in dragging others into stuff they hadn’t signed up for (Ritsu Tainaka, Haruhi Suzumiya, Misaki Ayuzawa, Kyoko Mogami, Natsumi Tsujimoto, and so on…).

Basically, I’ve been appealed by characters who share Azula’s reckless determination, but when I approached Avatar I had also moved on mostly from anime, and I found myself, instead, writing an original story where my protagonist was a princess, hailing from a western nation she was supposed to rule one day. This princess was very determined, physically powerful to the point of being beyond human (then again, she was a literal descendant from gods :’D), with a terrible relationship with her family (in particular fighting with an older half-brother who wants to prove he’s more suitable for the throne than her). Said girl’s priority, first and foremost, is her nation, and she’s willing to go to whatever means she must in order to protect it (even resort to magic, which is frowned upon in her nation of warriors).

Now, after I exposed that character’s main traits to you, don’t you think there’s a few too many similarities with Azula? :’D yep, I thought so too as I continued watching ATLA. Tbh it freaked me out how similar they actually were, since I hadn’t watched the show or been influenced by it at all. I didn’t even know Azula existed!

Anyways! I’ve gone off the rails a bit, but back on track: why did I identify with Azula?

First off, I did start getting the feeling she was similar to those characters I loved, despite she was, obviously, meant to be a villain. But what REALLY did it for me?

It was the scene in Zuko Alone, when Iroh’s gifts arrive. Azula’s dear brother gets something mind-blowing while she gets something pathetic, generic, that someone assumed was going to please her because she’s a girl. Because girls like dolls, right?

Well, in my case, I got play make-up instead. I had a trauma with make-up since age 4, and if people had bothered knowing me, or even talking with my mom about me, they would have known that. They didn’t. It didn’t matter to them either way. Meanwhile, my brother’s gifts were incredible! :’D all sorts of action toys, new Hot Wheels, even remote-controlled cars. And when I wanted to play with them? I got a big ole’ NO from him, along with my parents telling me, often, that the toys were his and that I should let him play instead.

Heck, there was this one time he got this ship-in-a-bottle crafts as a present for his birthday from someone who worked at MY school. When I asked where was mine? Oh, there wasn’t one. My birthday was the day before my brother’s, the guy who made it worked at MY SCHOOL, but he would make a gift of the sort for my brother and not for me. I don’t remember if he even lied saying he’d make one, but fact of the matter is, I never got a handcrafted, special boat-in-a-bottle with my name on it. He did.

Let’s just say… when I saw Azula getting that disappointing doll while Zuko got the incredible knife, my jaw dropped. I literally dropped all my defenses against her along with my jaw, too. I saw that and damn, it put her character in a completely different perspective for me: it made her REAL, her experience with her brother resembled mine so much that I was in genuine shock. The salty “You’re not even good!” comment when he was playing with the knife, spoken with the intent to mask her interest in the weapon and her jealousy? The way she takes the knife later too, smirking and teasing her brother, yet letting him have it back because she knows it’s not supposed to be hers? Anon, I swear that was 100% the way I acted in countless similar situations. And I know, it may make me sound like a very bad sister (in Azula’s defense she’s actually a better sister than I am, in my brother’s defense he’s a better brother than Zuko could ever hope to be), but it’s still how it was.

From there onwards, a lot of my interest in Azula came from seeing how she suddenly stepped out of her “supreme villain overlord” role to prove she was really just a teenager like the rest of the cast. We’re talking about a girl who imitated her brother for shits and giggles, just to amuse herself at the expenses of a completely confused Aang. A girl who made a pun about the Avatar’s fangirls. Her sense of humor, no doubt, is kinda weird and not the sweetest? But she has one! It’s there, and no lie, I laughed my ass off with those two occasions at least.

Eventually, I just found myself more interested in her to the point of recklessly supporting her in the show. Yes, I knew the Gaang would win, and I didn’t mind, I liked them too! But I was slowly and surely loving Azula more with every passing episode, as she proved she was the one villain worth respecting in this entire franchise. And she was a fourteen-year-old girl with zero social skills, self-esteem issues to the ends of the earth, a turbulent relationship with her parents and her brother, and the frankly adorable wish to know if people might like her if they didn’t know she was a princess.

Another big selling point for me, as already stated, was her relationship with her brother. While my brother is a little less of a drag than Zuko can be (meaning, my brother can be happy once in a while :’D he even makes jokes… though seriously bad ones .__. maybe he shouldn’t make them...), their relationship was so similar to ours that it freaked me out. I’ve been competing with my siblings since forever, but when it came to outdoing my oldest sisters I seriously just couldn’t do it (honestly, no 3yo can expect to compete in regards of anything with a 10yo, or can she? :’D and yet I was such a pig-headed brat that I did it all the same). Meanwhile, my brother, only two years older than me, was an easier target to surpass, and I set myself on the task of doing that. Whenever he was better than me at anything, I ridiculed him (remember the knife scene?). Whenever I was better than him at anything, he would try to outdo me again and usually fail, then get annoyed and say it was a stupid thing anyways.

As we grew older, the conflict in our relationship grew a lot uglier in the sense that we didn’t really just snap at each other about toys now. I seriously got so pissed off by how entitled he was acting once that I locked myself up in the bathroom, punched a wall out of sheer frustration and damn near broke my hand in the process. No lie, that helped me vent my frustration real easily :’D

Basically, I’ve experienced the sibling relationship Azula did. My brother is far more popular than I am (well, in regards of people who live in our environment, at least), so everyone flocks to him, and when Azula’s friends betrayed her for Zuko, well… you can imagine how that stung for me :’D I’ve had friends who haven’t quite betrayed me for him or so, but they’ve stopped being my friends and become his, instead. How about that?

Anyways, Azula most likely wasn’t built up to be relatable, she was built to be a rounded character instead. There are more obviously relatable characters in the show, Katara is relatable for most the fandom, Toph is relatable for natural tomboys, and so on. But even then, none of these characters were built to be relatable. They were built to be real and believable, and in being built that way, they became relatable. And that’s what happened to me with Azula.

Honestly, I think I can’t really relate or empathize with Zuko a lot because of my own experiences too. I will judge him harder because yep, I’m biased :’D but I’m not trying to say he’s all bad and Azula is all good or anything. Truth be told, secret I’ve kept to myself for a long time… The finale depressed me for a day or two because I kept wondering if that was the only outcome for someone like Azula. Because in a sense, it looked like the show was saying that was kind of the outcome for someone like me. It felt like it was saying the world would judge me as impossible to save, while my brother got every success I could only dream of.

And... who knows? Maybe that’s what’s happening indeed. He’s certainly doing better than me these days. All I can safely say is I’m glad he is. Despite things were bad between us, they’re not so bad anymore. So if I’m to be left unsuccessful and he’s off to shoot for the stars, I’ll congratulate him instead of holding grudges about why he gets that and I don’t.

Anyways, the finale freaked me out, but I distanced myself from the character to a degree so I wouldn’t project on her so much. Still, the way her ending wrapped up bothered me, and I was very much unwilling to see her life end that way. As the comics have been building her up either for a very bad downfall or for a very long redemption that still is barely beginning, I lose my patience often as I keep wanting something better for her ASAP. Not a lot of positive stuff has happened yet to her… but that’s what fanfiction is for, for me. Ever since I opened FF.net’s ATLA archive, the first thing I did was search for Azula getting happy endings xD

And thus, that’s why I write her as I do and connect with her as I have. Azula seems to gather most the traits of characters I loved, but on top of that, she had an eerily similar sibling relationship to mine with my brother. A lot of my own eternal chase towards polishing and developing my talents came from a rather toxic place of thinking that having lots of skills was the only way I could be valid, somehow. I’m not exempt from self-esteem issues myself, see :’D

Anyways, I realize the majority of people won’t find Azula relatable, acceptable, likeable in any way. I don’t mind, I don’t really think it’s that odd, the show very obviously featured her as a problem that needed to be dealt with. But I’m not one to stick with supporting only the heroes in stories. Very often I’ve liked villains better, whether because they’re complex and worth exploring, as Azula is, or because they’re simply more interesting than their heroic counterparts. I guess I could have said this from the start and spared you the insanely lengthy insight into how my mind works, right? :’D

#anon #boy that got long #sorry about that @_@

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