#equinoxsung

          “Too tall am I? Woe are you to be cursed with such a towering partner, huh?” Amagai grins, and though he teases Autumn with his words, he eagerly complies with her request, leaning down for a moment, coming close enough for her lips to reach his. It’s a brief thing, but his lips touching Autumn’s is without a doubt magical as far as Amagai was concerned; almost instantly, Amagai felt a comfortable warmth wash over him, and  not just over his body either, over his heart and soul alike.

     “The spirits speak to me.”

Kind of an odd thing for a person to call out so abruptly in a public setting, but it had only been directed to one person either way. 

A human among the many passerby’s. 

A blonde of average height. One who seemed normal...but the spirits told the Succubus otherwise.

They sang to her ears speaking of heavy woes, and negative feelings deep within the human that remained dormant.

The moment they passed, Jay wasted no time making direct eye contact with them. And she kept it as intense as she could, only to draw them into her aura.

     “...you have quite a sad little soul, don’t you?”

👺- They meet someone new and first impressions are bad

     “Well well well...” called a croaky voice from the darkness.

Tokagero sneered at the sack of flesh that stood before him; treading in HIS territory. The NERVE.

Anyone who did such a thing was either careless, stupid...or both. Either way, it was an invitation for him to start his usual trouble. Maybe get a scream or two out of her if he was able.

If anything, he just wasn’t in the mood to have someone walking on his haunting grounds that day. 

     “Got a bone to pick? Trying to mess with ghosts?” He cackled.

     “You got a lot of nerve coming to this place, you know that?”

He began to speak up in the hopes that she could clearly hear him speaking out to her from beyond. And with that, a face with a sickeningly green complexion began to emerge from the shadows.

💮- They get asked to hang out

Hang...hang out?

Mess around? Waste time? 

They had to be joking. And who were they to even ask? Peyote didn’t often trust strangers so easily. Well...with the exception of Hao.

He wasn’t about to start.

Behind his scarf and face cover, his lips twisted to match his inner thoughts.

     “...sorry. But I’ve too much to focus on. 

           Besides...do you always openly throw out such friendly invites to             strangers?

     ----what if I was some kind of deranged killer, eh? Heheh...”

A joke...only a joke.

@equinoxsung is being harassed by the Kido Corps

“..........................................”

Result: “Sick Jan” by Chris Fleming

“What we're doing here today, we could both go to jail for a long time.” And that would be the best case scenario if the Archbishop ever caught wind of what Autumn was doing in Abyss, all while Forwin just stood there and watched.

To think that all started because Tomas let slip where some of the books Seteth confiscated wound up... pretty strange for the old man to up and do that.

Still, there was something pressing about watching a longtime Church scholar read all of these contraband tomes that... made him feel as though he committed a sin of some sort. Not the sort of morally bankrupt, overtly grave sin he would lose sleep over, mind, but it had a level of wrongness akin to teaching a toddler curse words the moment they first develop speech.

The Truth of the Heroes’ Relics.

Mysteries of the Calendar.

Romance of the World’s Perdition.

Encyclopedia of Fódlan’s Insects... the cover itself a fake to conceal a full catalogue of all sorts of technologies the Church of Seiros banned over the years.

DISNEY VILLAIN HEADCANON PROMPTS

🏵 Accepting 🏵 @equinoxsung 🏵 [Thank youuu <3 !]  🏵

LAWRENCE - What would make your muse switch sides?

🏵 Nothing. Even if, like in the last arc, for example, his personal goals might in a very situational occasional manner coincides with the Soul Society’s and Gotei’s objectives, making them thus temporary allies, he will however never change his mind about becoming the new god. For he couldn’t imagine a better ruler, even though he reconsidered for example certain aspects of his initial crusade, such as merging the three realms. This the core of Aizen, the quintessence of this type of personality : the absence of profound deep meaningful change for they think extremely highly of themselves and are therefore reluctant to blame themselves or recognize their responsibility.