𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔼𝕐𝔼𝕊

“Black,” He began, in a calm tone (even---too even). “I think that you and I need to have a very serious discussion. You’ve done enough of that.” Zamasu waved a hand vaguely at the other’s current training session. “Come along.” He turned towards the cabin without waiting for a response, because Black would follow, of that Zamasu had no doubt.

Friend and I always want more angsty/dark starter memes so we decided to make our own! May add more later.

"You look like you've seen a ghost?" 

"Heh, what's the matter...scared?" 

"What this? You're shaking? How pathetic." 

"You're practically squirming. Do I frighten you that much?" 

"I thought you said you weren't scared?" 

"Did you really think that you could just forget about it, like nothing ever happened?" 

"You know that this is all your fault." 

"No one can save you now. You're mine." 

"You will do what I say, or else..." 

"You're weak. You always were." 

"Aw, you poor thing..." 

"Heh, are you...crying?" 

"Look at how pathetic you've become..." 

"Don't let anyone see you cry. Heh... Wouldn't want that embarrassment, would we?" 

"I wonder how many people know that dirty little secret of yours." 

"Don't worry, this won't hurt...much." 

"How high is your tolerance for pain? Well, I suppose I'll know when you start screaming." 

"That pained expression on your face is so delicious." 

Moves from place to place, cover to cover, and all in the hopes of losing the one that had been tracking him. Gohan knew he couldn’t just fly away, for that would give away too much of his position, in terms of his energy being felt too easily. Nearly out of breath, he decided to wait a moment and get another look at his surroundings, deciding carefully on what to do next. There was no telling when another attack would come, and he could already feel that slight panic wanting to rise again in his chest. The city was nearly gone, all buildings practically demolished from the onslaught of never-ending barrages. Yet, Gohan did manage to get some survivors out to safety, and it was the smallest price to pay. The losses were still too great for him to handle, but he swore he would make this right. 

   Whenever I get the chance, and all this is over… I swear I will wish everyone back.

They had come to this universe---to this particular timeline---in search of information. Every one of Zamasu’s plans had fallen into place, and he meant to see that divine fortune remain. He now sought to understand how Cell had come to create so much trouble for the Saiyans, and how this boy had defeated him. The Kai did not intend on making the same mistakes.

Of course, he had let Black have his fun afterwards. Zamasu watched from the sidelines as the mortals learned the true meaning of despair. Even their warriors were no match for him now, too fatigued from the ordeal. Only the half-Saiyan, the son of that accursed Goku, remained strong. He had fled, however, and Zamasu meant to find him.

     “Well well, you didn’t run far did you. Had to waste your time       saving those who are already a lost cause. That will be your       downfall, boy.”

As the other entered into his private-not-so-private room, since they both really shared the entire log cabin here, Black turned his hand over and let a bit of his dark ki shine there. The light was a bright violet, and small enough to illuminate just the small space around where he was sitting on the bed. “I’m here… Awake.” Glances back slightly, and nods for him to come in closer. “Couldn’t sleep?” | @zaamasu |

Zamasu moved towards the light, grateful for the softness of it’s shine. It was beautiful, what Black could create with that body, with even the smallest amount of power. He sat beside his other self, hands folded neatly in his lap as his gaze went to the window before them.

“No...The rain usually calms me but tonight it only distracts me.” He sighed, before turning with a smile to Black. “And it’s getting cold, don’t you think?”

Rain pattered softly against the window outside, and the chill of the storm seemed to have stolen into their well fortified cabin. Zamasu loved the way they could smell the pines and dirt even in the comfort of a home, for the Kai had been brought up to appreciate nature and it was one tenet he still held firmly to. Still, the cold had a way of biting, as so many things in nature did. 

Slowly, he edged closer into the dark room, waiting for his eyes to adjust, to see where Black’s form might be at rest.

Not cutting your threads is generally a pet peeve for most, but I see a lot of people new to tumblr rp (and tumblr in general) who have no idea what this even means, so I thought I’d make a guide! As for what it means, basically you’re removing your last reply from the post, so that people will only see your partner’s reply, and then your new one below it.

Step 1: Download New X-Kit

Link (for Google Chrome) here: LINK or you can google it for your browser

Step 2: Once it’s finished downloading, go to tumblr and X-Kit will begin to install. Once that’s finished, refresh tumblr and you should see the X-Kit icon in the upper right corner of your dashboard. Click it!

Step 3: Go to the tab at the bottom called ‘Get Extensions’. Search for ‘Editable Reblogs’ and install it. Once that’s done, exit X-Kit.

With that done, you’ll notice when you go to reblog a post or edit a draft, there’s a small pencil icon to the left of the post. Click it. Now you can highlight and erase your previous response, leaving only your partner’s reply. Then you can begin to type underneath that.

Black was tending to the small fire, and roasting some part of their pre-cooked meals, but of course he rarely had said much of anything during this entire trip. Leans back after awhile, and glances up at where his kindred was at, before scooping some food into his mouth. Already, there was a question on his mind, and he decided to finally ask.     “Do you think we made the right choice? How else am I supposed to      get stronger without the use of those meddling fools? Is that even      what is needed, anymore…” He felt quite lost, really. All of those times spent boasting to their enemies, to their prey, and for what? To end up being on the run?? | @zaamasu​ |

It was the question that had doubtlessly plagued them both since running, One they thought they had answered...but who was he kidding? it wasn’t such an easy thing to resolve. The Kai took a few bites of his own meal before even attempting to answer.

     “It’s true that your strength will come much slower now, but...We don’t       need it, isn’t that right? If we had continued simply destroying the       humans, we were no better than them. Barbarians...”

The thought of his mentor came unbidden to his mind, quickly buried under another bite of dinner. 

     “We won’t know until we find a new purpose, I suppose. We       are Gods, after all. There is something more than becoming       something as mindless as Beerus...There has to be.”

Black was a little bit sour still from all that had happened, and even though they had said they’d stop with what they were doing, there was still that problem lingering. Others could follow them, and want to track down every location they’ve been to, or be more of an annoying pest so as to arrest them. Though, he persisted on worrying only really on the present, and that was to find some place to rest. Deeper into the forest they went, and it was a dull-looking place. It’s sad to think that Earth had better features.     “Well, I doubt you’ll want to sleep on cold dirt. I think I see      something ahead, a cave.” Though, they swore off of using their power for a time, it didn’t hurt to use a little bit of ki for some light as they went inside. It seemed to go on for long minutes at a time, and was most likely a cavernous system that went further in.     “Is this better? It’s away from the cold out there.” As he spoke, and the light from his ki seemed to be sipped away by something unknown. Widen eyes looking over and around as the walls started to glow from the borrowed energy, and in all sorts of colors.     “Whoa….” | @zaamasu​ |

     “This should be fine.”

He responded, his tone as cold as the air around them. It was unpleasant to be trekking through such conditions, with no promise of what each moment held, and yet he would persist through it...and hopefully to find something worth his long life. Those thoughts were stolen for a moment, however, by the simple beauty of the phenomenon before them.

     “It’s beautiful, something even amidst this dingy mess...but is it safe?”

He strode forward, putting one hand to the cool stone of the cavern wall. The light colored his palm in a rainbow of hues, but that was it.

     “Hm, let’s set up here. It’s past time that we ate.”

Black would prepare the food hey had preserved, some of it being capsules they had taken from wreckage on Earth. Zamasu settled against one wall, watching his partner, and wondering just what the brooding Saiyan might be thinking. Neither of them had talked much since they had decided to abandon their plan. That had been a long discussion, and it seemed to have stolen all the words from them.

Earth, once the center of their many plans, was now nothing more than a distant thought. A star far away from the cold gloom of the desolate planet they had fled too. Naturally ugly, as opposed to the filth their own destruction had reduced the previous planet to. Somehow, it seemed a fitting place to reflect on the path ahead.

     “Black, do you see anywhere suitable to spend the night?”

    “Well, I suppose it was best that we didn’t know of such beings that could      destroy us without an ounce of effort. All we had for ourselves was a hope      that it all would work out in the end, even through all the losses. The point      is that we tried our best against things that were far too destructive, and      even when everything looked beyond hopeless, like our efforts were      truly fruitless… We needed to stay strong, even in our finale moments.”   Mother…  It hurt him now to even think about that, and it wasn’t even that long ago. He hoped to see her again soon, if this plan about the Dragon Balls worked, maybe she would be brought back as well? Again, all he could do is hope, but his own personal matters meant nothing to what he was tasked with dealing with now. He needed to help Zamasu, in anyway that he could, even if the others saw it as pointless. They were going to eradicate him, had I not spoke up for the guy…       “It might be hard for you to see it, but… Clinging to something as small as       that, people can actually do great things. And if it did all end in eraser, well…       We put up all that we could, even without realizing how pointless it might       have been. We had our shot in the universe, I guess it’s where it goes with that.” | @zaamasu​ |

Hope. The word had come to make his blood boil, when it had been part of so many of Trunk’s rebuttals to Zamasu’s own monologues. He had thought such things utterly foolish, a product of lives without meanings. Something to cling to for comfort. He had gone as far as to see it as indulgence, as more sin.

“Do you think that hope is what has made you stronger through everything? I wonder...you carry a fierce loyalty to those you care for. Why is it that others don’t seem to share such a sentiment? Your kind wages so much bloodshed for shallow reasons. Where is their loyalty?”

He paused, finally looking up once more at the other. Slowly, he came out of his own thoughts, ones he ha been voicing aloud as they entered his mind, and only now did he realize how far they had gotten.

     “Now I will apologize...I am asking you to explain matters I’ve       spent decades contemplating. And will continue to, it seems.       Am I keeping you from anything?”

This conversation was taking a turn he didn’t really expect, but he should have known, considering that this was Zamasu. The Kai has the most interesting sort of words and thoughts to think all of this through, especially with his convictions from not so long ago. The determination is definitely there.     “Well, I didn’t know about Gods and all were even real back then.      But knowing of all this now, I can definitely understand why you did      what you did. If I could have had their help, in some way…” Glances off to the side, as he wondered if this was even something he should be talking about. He wasn’t a God, after all…     “Yes, I’m a little angry about that, but it’s not something I can change.      What’s happened before is the past, and I guess everything happens      for a reason. Though, what if the Gods just simply erased my world?      What could be done to stop that… It’s already hard enough begging      to Gods, now, and this is supposed to be peace.” | @zaamasu |

For better or worse, it seemed that the deities had rarely made their existence known to humankind. Zamasu had thought himself far above them all, and now he was hardly sure, but even then he had wanted to be praised. Was it truly so good to remain hidden? How were you to inspire change when your very being was known only as myth?

“I won’t apologize, to endear you to me...for if I had known of your plight, it may have set me down my destructive path even sooner.” His gaze drifted down now, settling on the tea that had long since grown cold. “I’m still struggling to understand the point of it all. You fought so hard for your future, but why? You lost so many, and if the Gods erased your planet, you wouldn’t even know. It would erase all of that pain, that sin...”

   “A few times, actually.” It was a difficult subject, but he had to bring up what truly had changed him as a person. If only this was to prove a point, and to not seem rude in not answering the other’s questions, for they seemed almost desperate. He knew the feeling…    “There was a time when I thought peace could be brought about by     peaceful means, and when the death of my closest friend happened…     I knew that something like that just couldn’t exist, and became what I     needed to be; a warrior, like what my father had been. I was living a lie     of bliss, in a world that didn’t have the time for it. I thought I could take on     the troubles that came our way, and every time I tried something horrible     happened to the people closest to me. Always I had to run for help, and it     was usually from a place not in my own time. Did I break the rules by doing so?     Apparently, but I had no other choice. I couldn’t let my world fall. The truth was     that I needed help, and couldn’t do it all alone like I thought.” | @zaamasu​ |

Listening to the other open up about the traumatic even was strangely conflicting. It was clearly a painful memory for Trunks and that incited some pity from the Kai...and yet. His friend was senselessly killed thanks to the violence bred by their society. Time and time again, Zamasu failed to see an answer for this sin other than extinction. Even so, Trunks had found another way. Was there merit in his path?

“Your world was ravaged by the androids, correct? If the Gods had stepped in to stop such blasphemy, the creation of artificial life, things might have ended up very differently. Doesn’t that frustrate you?”

    “It is, but purple water is still throwing me off. Still, it’s so pretty here.      Your world is different from Universe Seven’s Supreme Kai’s world.      It’s strange that you can really see a difference in colors all around.” Honestly, it almost makes Earth look quite bland, but I’m so used to it. There’s beauty there, too! The ocean, especially. Sips on his drink, and he couldn’t help but feel a little sheepish at the comments that had been thrown his way. Mother always said I was strong, but…      “I sometimes wish Father could see what the rest of you do in me.      I can’t help it but to be this way, and I’m just glad it’s something      there in use to help you.” | @zaamasu​ |

     “I suppose we all judge others’ qualities by our own standards...”

Yet another mistake he had made, to see only through the lens of his own ideals. There was a fine line between holding to ones convictions and letting them dictate a narrow point of view, and he had crossed it and then some.

“In the end, it’s what we see in our own reflection, isn’t it?” I saw a God once, and then only a twisted monster. My ideals were truly so gruesome, I...Heaving a heavy sigh, Zamasu’s face took on a look of exasperation. “Trunks, have you ever gone through such a change? To feel as though everything you knew had been a lie, or that you had been so blind to an obvious truth?”