The world was too large for one with such high rank as Satanick to be alone. And with so many worlds came so many more possibilities and points of interest.

There were just one or two things Wadanohara vaguely missed about her previous life. All were rather insignificant, be it a certain food or something. Nothing that would hurt Sal to try and find-he'd do anything to make her happy.

Etihw didn't steal his sweets this time, and maybe that's what made it worse. They were hidden in plain sight-just not Kcalb's.

Etihw likes her coffee just like she likes her men. Black. The same could probably be said for Kcalb as well, she noticed.

After the second destruction that ended everything, a new world meant a new beginning for the few survivors. A new start. New chances. It would be easier to move on if the past hadn't made itself present. And a world cannot exist if there is not a God and a Devil. Etihw knows it isn't him, it couldn't be. Not when it's her fault He died.

Different spins on TouMaki in 30 different AUs or scenarios. Expected to be fluffy, smutty, and as gross and cliche as it gets.

Being God, Etihw never had any one specific gender. It'd merely been their choice to identify as a woman most of the time, and lived in their female body how they pleased. Whenever Etihw felt a different gender, they'd take on the form of their male body and be referred to with masculine pronouns per request. All rather smooth and without issue. Unless, of course, you were the one

He could hardly even make a noise. All he could do was simply stare at the familiar foreigner before him. His appearance was one he had memorized, haunted him as it resembled an unwanted other, but it couldn't be that now. Koujaku opened his mouth, a croaked noise crawling from his throat as his usually unbreakable grimace dissolved. "Ao...ba..." After so long in hell, miracles be

(Alcohol CW) Sometimes Etihw believed she was the only person in the castle who could hold her liquor. Sure, it may just come with the whole not-having-one-definite-body thing, but it remained a fact. The perks mostly came with dealing with those who couldn't-Kcalb, to be precise. He didn't stop drinking for no reason.

Libra lacked any staves that could heal his own wounds, and after letting it set for too long, magic has no use. Noble, humble, most gallant Virion decides it in the other's favor he stay behind to assist his wounds. Needless to say, Libra's unused to... pampering.

Tonight he appeared even more tranquil than usual, face completely relaxed (when normally his brows were at least somewhat tense) and his hands, often balled tight at his sides, were now drooping and seemingly lifeless. Besides his near silent breathing, he appeared no more lively than a corpse. Etihw frowned-he was having another nightmare.

Even criminals were allowed to be put in prisons. Though a thousand years late, a villain was no different.

Really, Sinbad was a much better father than he was made out to be. Somebody needed to make sure Ja'far's parenting stayed in line, after all.

Shiroba was always dressed for any occasion. Even in winter, a date was still a date, and there wasn't any way he was about to let any brother of his one-up him on twitter. (Cheeroba AU)

Ja'far knows Sinbad is capable of doing things himself. Things like this, at least. An expert at them even. But sometimes, a bit of assistance comes in handy-even if Sinbad can't necessarily touch anything besides himself.