#devilman scenario

Cute, I can’t draw for shit. Song recommendation: tribe // bas & j. cole

                                         -Admin Ebony

Your voice was soft as you forced the question out of your throat, feeling the muscles contract in revolt. It was certainly an uncomfortable feeling but you nagged to power through it.

“Can I- can I paint you p-please, Akira? I mean it won’t- it won’t be too long if you don’t mind that is?”

Akira nearly died seeing you flushed expression and shaking hands, you had certainly never been more adorable than in this moment. Grasping your hands with vigor, Akira agreed with no hesitance.

“Of course you can paint me! I would be honored!” “How should I pose? Like this? Or maybe this?”

You laughed softly as he posed in the most dramatic fashion with such a serious expression. You gently led him onto a stool and told him to act natural. He did so, shoulder slightly slouching as he stared at you with an amused expression as you settled behind your easel.

You worked quickly at the time, brush seemingly moving so fast Akira didn’t even notice as you dipped in for more of the carefully mixed oil paints.

Other times it as slow, as you stared at Akira hard, taking in every feature and committing it to memory.

Once you were done you closed Akira’s eyes and led him to the masterpiece. Letting him see it, you watched as tears pooled in his eyes and his grabbed to in a tight embrace.

The scene unfolded by paints and strokes was of Akira, his head thrown back in a boisterous laugh as he strolled down a street mere blocks for your high school.

He was happy in the painting, but yet his eyes held that certain sadness he always seemed to carry these days. He wasn’t a tragedy, no, but a content novel with yellowed pages and heavy wear.

You always gotta hop in here with these bombass AU ideas. Song recommendation: nowhere else // eden

                               -Admin Ebony

You can bet that when Akira was walking home only to be attacked by a vicious beast on four legs with bloodlust in its eyes, he wasn’t expecting to turn into one of them after escaping but not without a few bites.

The moon seemed to call to him as he sought out that delicious smell that haunted him, only to find it belonged to the one he loved the most.

Akira knew something was amiss and the last thing he wanted to do was bring Miki into it, but he just couldn’t seem to help himself.

His first transformation was on a clear night when the moon seemed more radiant than the sun, even if it relied on the sun’s reflections.

It was painful, unbearably so. He could feel every bone shift and break only to heal themselves in different shapes. His mind was fuzzy with the pain as each vertebra along his spine repositioned itself.

When he finally came to he was on hind legs and the dead carcass of a deer was near him. He was full of fear and horror.

It took a while for Akira to get used to his new life, confiding in Ryo about it. But he seemed more and more drawn to Miki every day.

Then she made the same mistake as he did, walking to near the woods after school. Luckily there was no other wolf, only Akira. Miki spotted him and for some reason didn’t seem shaken by the large beast.

In fact, she walked up to him and said his eyes reminded her of her crush, who’s name was Akira.

Song recommendation: i can’t see you in the dark // rei brown

When you were a child, you were always taught that people were simple things. They cried when they were sad, yelled when they were angry, and smiled when they were happy. It didn’t take you long to learn that this was in fact not true. When people were confused and scared they didn’t run away and hide. No, they would hurt and stay ignorant. They thought it was best to stay clueless then let the information change them. No one wanted to change, despite what they begged and preached about.

These people were no different. All this rioting and this mob, simply because humans were not the only things here. Demons were frightening and complex, but no more evil than humans. It did take a corrupt human to make a demon after all. You did not fear for your life, ducking behind a trash can as fire and screams followed you. This was how it had been for hours, it seemed like. Dodging death and people who refused enlightenment. You could only hope that Akira was safe.

You wanted to blame him, you wanted to blame Ryo. You knew, however, that the universe worked in enigmatic ways you could never truly comprehend. That’s why you hid, you hid so Akira wouldn’t have to worry about you trying to fight the mob head on. Your lover was already in so much more danger himself.

So when you heard the overhead flapping of wings and feet scattering you were confused. Not confused enough to riot and kill, but it was simply curiosity. Had the danger passed? Had  demon come down among them to seek vengeance? You let out a scream as a hand wrapped around your forearm. You heartbeat erratic and sudden sweat building under your arms and where your knees creased. You beat against your assailant, desperate to live another day. You had to see Akira, you had to make it through the night and find him.

“Calm down, (Y/N)! It’s just me.” The voice belonged to Akira, and you relaxed slightly. You stopped fighting and looked at the beast that was your Akira. His fur was damp and dark with blood, and you hoped it wasn’t his. He cradled you to his chest, placing achingly sweet kisses on your forehead. You peeked your head over his shoulder and saw Miki and Miko approaching. You smiled and gave them a small wave. They returned the gesture with as much vigor.

“Are you guys alright?” You asked with concern lacing your words.

Mako wrapped an arm around Miki’s waist and nodded, “Yeah we made it out fione, there was some blood shed.”

You felt Akira flinch into your embrace, hating the idea of hurting any humans. You nodded in understanding, “That’s good to hear. I just hope everyone else make sit out okay.”