So I’m grounded like big time for committing what was once known as ‘truancy’- skipping school

I’ll maybe pop in once and a while but
It seems like mom is serious this time—

Then again, it always does. Give or take a few weeks and I should be back. Lurking for tonight otherwise… Yeah.

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anirregulargod sent:

A blond teen is just kinda. Sitting here. Wherever here is. Probably the Heavenly Yard? Who knows. Regardless, he's sitting here and simply staring at his surroundings.

heaven-has-golden-sake:

anirregulargod:

heaven-has-golden-sake:

There’s a man wielding two sickles over on the other end of a rice field. His work isn’t done yet, but he’s already caught sight of the boy and, putting down the tools for a second, he walks over to him. 

"Excuse me, you are-…?" 

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Holding out a hand to him, but he stops just a little. There’s something different this time.

He cringed a little bit, surprised and still unused to physical contact. “… Ah. S-Sorry again.” He apologized on reflex. Gods, he really sounds like Clarith right now, doesn’t he?

"I just… I feel like names are a bit easier than just saying, oh, y’know, the farmer God of creation." He laughed a little nervously, knowing that what he said was probably wrong and offensive. Oops.

He withdrew his hand, backing up half a step. That boy he knew from before seemed to be buried in the fear, that was a shame. He was getting along well despite the rudeness. “It’s alright. You have no need to apologize.” He was not fond of that character at first, but she added her own mark on the world in the end.

With a small laugh, Sickle picked up the last fallen stalk of rice and the basket vanished, while the remains of this part of the field sank into the water. “That usually is why they’re shorter than such titles, yes. Mm, and Court would call me….ah, but yes, Sickle is fine.”

"I-I know… S-Sorry—!" he stopped himself, before his face turned red and he broke out in nervous laughter. "Bad habit, my bad." Heavenly laughed, flustered.

"Right… Okay then…" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. The blond tilted his head a little, perplexed. "Oh, so that means that the ‘Court’ I know isn’t the first one, like I’m not the first mothy? Is it the same for the Masters of the Graveyard and Hellish Yard?"

anirregulargod:

The blond couldn’t help but glare at Hellish. “Y-You bastard, why didn’t you tell me earlier?!” He shouted before realizing he had said that out loud. His eyes went wide as he cupped his hands over his mouth, color draining from his face. That was easily one of the stupidest…

He glared daggers at the man, almost literally, but stayed silent. Gods, Hellish was being annoying. There’s maybe five years difference in age (physically, at least- from when they ‘died’), and yet the man tries to dote on him like he’s a small child. Delusional is an understatement.

Funny how a few months ago he looked up to the man with such awe and respect, amazed at how his opposite had the same goals as him. Hellish was basically his mentor, yet now the younger mothy wanted nothing more than to see the other burn in flames just as the other Sin Vessels had.

But in the end, all Heavenly did was roll his eyes and ‘politely’ push the other’s hand away from his head. “Forget about it, I don’t care about your reasons.” He mumbled as he crossed his arms on top of the table and rested his head there. “Just… Don’t forget your end of the deal, Hellish.” He added near silently as he buried himself in his own thoughts.

anirregulargod:

He stays quiet once more, listening to the other carefully. “Ma is an issue, yes, but… He isn’t an actual sin vessel, at the very least. The scissors and sword should be destroyed for sure.” The blond shrugs a little as he says this.

His expression turns somewhat somber,…

The blond couldn’t help but glare at Hellish. “Y-You bastard, why didn’t you tell me earlier?!” He shouted before realizing he had said that out loud. His eyes went wide as he cupped his hands over his mouth, color draining from his face. That was easily one of the stupidest things he’d done in a long time…

And yet, there wasn’t any regret in being mad- only regret in showing it around his supposed ‘superior’. “… S… Sorry.” He mumbled in apology, before violently shoving the man away from him. All his pent up frustration seemed to come out at once, and he went on a small tangent, “Don’t act like we’re friends, Nemesis. It’s only because of ‘what we’ve always wanted’ that I’m even helping you in the first place. You a r e the Wrath Sinner, so I could just get rid of you whenever I wanted to.”

Anonymous sent:

Impression time. "Hello, I am Jesus and this is my friend, Satan the dictator. Today, we will be 'doing it for the vine'. *proceeds to kill literally everyone*"

"… I."

—misplaced loyalty Hev pops in—
—thumbs up—

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Anonymous sent:

"Who said Lu Li La means Lapis Lazuli? That's... That's really stupid. It means geT ME OUT OF THIS DAMN BOX"

"THANK YOU." EXASPERATED SIGH

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anirregulargod sent:

A blond teen is just kinda. Sitting here. Wherever here is. Probably the Heavenly Yard? Who knows. Regardless, he's sitting here and simply staring at his surroundings.

heaven-has-golden-sake:

anirregulargod:

heaven-has-golden-sake:

There’s a man wielding two sickles over on the other end of a rice field. His work isn’t done yet, but he’s already caught sight of the boy and, putting down the tools for a second, he walks over to him. 

"Excuse me, you are-…?" 

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Holding out a hand to him, but he stops just a little. There’s something different this time.

"I… I-I’m really sorry!!" He stated suddenly, his head low and his voice trembling in distress. Oh, it looks like his personality has switched to the awkward servant type rather than the sarcastic deity-ish type. "I didn’t realize— it didn’t seem— I-I thought those moments were just dreams-!" He blubbered, face red in embarrassment and shame.

After a few moments of rambling on apologies, he took a few deep breaths. The scene would be almost comedic given how overdramatic the teen was being. He seemed to regain his composure after that outburst, and calmed down quite visibly. “I… I’m really sorry…” Heavenly repeated mellowly. “Er… Sorry again, but… I don’t recall your name- y… you do have a name, right?”

He laughed, and with a single free hand he patted the boy’s head as though he were a dog in need of comforting. “No harm done, at least not on that count.”

There was no need to mention that brief moment when he also hadn’t recognized him—but it was because of how different the boy was in this moment. ”I suppose it took more out of you than I thought to interfere, being as inexperienced as you were.”

Teenagers were often like that. It was something Sickle didn’t tire of in his world. “You are forgiven. But not for forgetting that part,” he chuckled. “Because I told you before that ‘names’ are unnecessary. But I think you called me ‘Sickle’, right?”

He cringed a little bit, surprised and still unused to physical contact. “… Ah. S-Sorry again.” He apologized on reflex. Gods, he really sounds like Clarith right now, doesn’t he?

"I just… I feel like names are a bit easier than just saying, oh, y’know, the farmer God of creation." He laughed a little nervously, knowing that what he said was probably wrong and offensive. Oops.

anirregulargod:

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Oh, gods no. “S-Snooping? D-Don’t be ridiculous! Why would I try to sneak around in bright yellow, huh?!” he gestures to his outfit with an exasperated expression.

"I-I was wandering around in the forest, I don’t know how I got here—! I-I’m really sorry, ma’am, truly!"…

"I-I swear, I was in the forest, though!" he stammers, face draining in color. How did this happen? He had a knack for ending up in weird places and times, but this is absurd- not to mention dangerous.

"P-Please believe me-! W-What would I have to gain by lying to you?!"

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I suppose you could say that Elluka’s magic
Blew that man away

anirregulargod:

The blond stays silent as the other thinks out loud, clearly contemplating something. His arms are crossed, and his legs kicked out with his feet perched on the empty end of the table. The Sin Vessels’ ‘home’ is destroyed… So any chance of seeing /her/ again are next to…

He stays quiet once more, listening to the other carefully. “Ma is an issue, yes, but… He isn’t an actual sin vessel, at the very least. The scissors and sword should be destroyed for sure.” The blond shrugs a little as he says this.

His expression turns somewhat somber, almost regretful. “I just wonder if any of them are alive… I mean, when I was forced to stay there, one of the blond Gluttony brats broke a mirror and I was unconscious for a few days because of that. Considering I’m perfectly okay now… I wonder…”

youreameanonemisterhellish:

"Hm… Now that the forest is out of the way, where should I continue….?" He muttered under his breath as he moved a small replica of the black box he held in one hand across a map with the other as if it were a chess board.

"What could possibly be called the second most sinful place in all of Evillious when I’ve destroyed what the sins themselves called home…?"

The blond stays silent as the other thinks out loud, clearly contemplating something. His arms are crossed, and his legs kicked out with his feet perched on the empty end of the table. The Sin Vessels’ ‘home’ is destroyed… So any chance of seeing /her/ again are next to nothing… A few moments of silence, and then he stretches his arms somewhat obnoxiously.

"Well, have you sent people out to make sure that the vessels are gone for good? Considering that there were at least three or four ‘immortal by reincarnation’ cases in there…" He questions before sitting ‘properly’ in his seat and leaning forward, looking at the map carefully. "… How about Levianta? ‘S where the Sin started, isn’t it?"

anirregulargod sent:

A blond teen is just kinda. Sitting here. Wherever here is. Probably the Heavenly Yard? Who knows. Regardless, he's sitting here and simply staring at his surroundings.

heaven-has-golden-sake:

anirregulargod:

heaven-has-golden-sake:

There’s a man wielding two sickles over on the other end of a rice field. His work isn’t done yet, but he’s already caught sight of the boy and, putting down the tools for a second, he walks over to him. 

"Excuse me, you are-…?" 

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Holding out a hand to him, but he stops just a little. There’s something different this time.

… Should he offer to help the man? Heavenly just kind of watches awkwardly, unsure of what to do now. “I-I know that, obviously!” he retorted, flustered.

"K-Kick you out? Don’t be ridiculo—" he cut himself off, realizing exactly how ridiculous he sounded. The blond put a hand over his mouth, eyes wide.
It finally hit him- when he saw this man.

"Y… You…" He murmurs, unable to say much else. "Y… You’re the one that… helped me save…" He trails off, now in a sort of daze.

When the basket was full of rice it vanished, and a new one took its place as he gathered them out of the water. “Obviously.” Another basket vanished, and he continued to walk through the field in his bare feet, no longer looking at him. “So there is, as you might say, room for the two of us?”

And then finally he did turn to him, giving what was a genuine smile. “…So, you remember. That didn’t take very long after all, did it?”

"It’s good to see you again, young Allen." 

"I… I-I’m really sorry!!" He stated suddenly, his head low and his voice trembling in distress. Oh, it looks like his personality has switched to the awkward servant type rather than the sarcastic deity-ish type. "I didn’t realize— it didn’t seem— I-I thought those moments were just dreams-!" He blubbered, face red in embarrassment and shame.

After a few moments of rambling on apologies, he took a few deep breaths. The scene would be almost comedic given how overdramatic the teen was being. He seemed to regain his composure after that outburst, and calmed down quite visibly. “I… I’m really sorry…” Heavenly repeated mellowly. “Er… Sorry again, but… I don’t recall your name- y… you do have a name, right?”

anirregulargod sent:

A blond teen is just kinda. Sitting here. Wherever here is. Probably the Heavenly Yard? Who knows. Regardless, he's sitting here and simply staring at his surroundings.

heaven-has-golden-sake:

anirregulargod:

heaven-has-golden-sake:

There’s a man wielding two sickles over on the other end of a rice field. His work isn’t done yet, but he’s already caught sight of the boy and, putting down the tools for a second, he walks over to him. 

"Excuse me, you are-…?" 

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Holding out a hand to him, but he stops just a little. There’s something different this time.

"W-Well, clearly not…" He mumbles, his tone giving away how distracted he is. Why does he recognize this man now? Why didn’t he realize it earlier…?

Regardless, h o w does he know the other? They’ve never met… Not in this life, not in his life as Allen. So when…? “I’ve only had this title for a few months now… As I said, I didn’t know that there would be another with the same role. If anything, I… Honestly thought you’d be… Well, dead.” Now he’s just thinking out loud, though.

"It seems you’re finally up to speed." For a second, he set down his tools. This part of the field, in so many strokes, was finished and he began to gather up the harvest. A basket which hadn’t been there before began to fill with rice. 

He turned back to Allen and smiled, shaking his head, “A few months, you say. Interesting. And yet, the world is must older than that.” At this child’s next statement, however, he paused, “You could say I’m something like that. But being alive or dead doesn’t apply to me. Unless, of course, you presume to kick me out?” 

… Should he offer to help the man? Heavenly just kind of watches awkwardly, unsure of what to do now. “I-I know that, obviously!” he retorted, flustered.

"K-Kick you out? Don’t be ridiculo—" he cut himself off, realizing exactly how ridiculous he sounded. The blond put a hand over his mouth, eyes wide.
It finally hit him- when he saw this man.

"Y… You…" He murmurs, unable to say much else. "Y… You’re the one that… helped me save…" He trails off, now in a sort of daze.

OH MY GOD
SO I WAS EXPLAINING THE TWO SICKLES LOGO THING TO MY MOM AND SHE SAID
“well how do you know they’re sickles and not scythes” cause I explained it as we brushed off the blades it the logo as scythes bc of their relation to death and stuff
So I told her how when we first see Sickle in his human form, he’s farming and carrying two sickles

And she said
“Oh. So he’s a
BiSickle.”

I SWEAR TO FUCKING LEVIABEHEMO

anirregulargod sent:

A blond teen is just kinda. Sitting here. Wherever here is. Probably the Heavenly Yard? Who knows. Regardless, he's sitting here and simply staring at his surroundings.

heaven-has-golden-sake:

anirregulargod:

heaven-has-golden-sake:

There’s a man wielding two sickles over on the other end of a rice field. His work isn’t done yet, but he’s already caught sight of the boy and, putting down the tools for a second, he walks over to him. 

"Excuse me, you are-…?" 

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Holding out a hand to him, but he stops just a little. There’s something different this time.

Isn’t it a bit wasteful to leave all that rice just laying there…? He wanted to ask that aloud, but figured now wasn’t the time to question a man with two blades in his hand.

"W… Well, if you actually know who I was, you know I wasn’t and still am not ‘just a servant’…" Heavenly mumbled under his breath. "I… If you bear the same title, how come I’ve never seen you before?" Wait a minute… Yes he had. Now that he had the chance to actually look at the man, something struck him as extremely familiar. But why?

Soon enough, he would be collecting it all but for now he wanted to finish this part of the field. It was hard to cut and carry rice at the same time, after all. 

Swing, swing.

"It’s not that I don’t know, but it’s that you should know I am not just a farmer either. Now who is the ignorant one?"

Swing, Swing.

He wondered now, as the boy’s voice trailed off, if he was starting to remember. He certainly was. “You tell me, if you’re the master of this place.”

"W-Well, clearly not…" He mumbles, his tone giving away how distracted he is. Why does he recognize this man now? Why didn’t he realize it earlier…?

Regardless, h o w does he know the other? They’ve never met… Not in this life, not in his life as Allen. So when…? “I’ve only had this title for a few months now… As I said, I didn’t know that there would be another with the same role. If anything, I… Honestly thought you’d be… Well, dead.” Now he’s just thinking out loud, though.