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This is the Aurelia Theater.

Zara’s body curls around the open stage door. Her feet are a rushed whisper. She would die before she would disturb the auditions that are, according to a sign, already IN PROGRESS.

Backstage is black and empty. Not so much a world as the darkness before the world begins. Ten stories of fly space yawn above Zara’s head, ready to swallow scenery — a tangle of woods, the twisted spine of a mountain range.

The greenroom throws light through an open door. Zara stops outside. Breathes. There’s always a moment like this, a quiet one before the nervous, giddy plunge into auditions. Zara wants to make these seconds last — forever, if possible. She has no interest in going back to her assigned life. The one where she is a senior in high school, pulls decent grades, does a scattering of school plays, has a string of minor crushes.

This is already better. This is already more.

She stands in the theater’s dark body and pictures its face, pale marble with a gilded blush. Any actress with half a dream to her name knows the Aurelia Theater. Still, it doesn’t seem possible that Zara is actually here. The casting notice she found in Backstage must have been a mistake.

Open call.

For Echo and Ariston.

They wanted a video audition, so she signed up for an hour of studio time at the arts annex where she takes acting workshop. She could have made the video at home, just cleared her throat and dived into Echo’s lines headfirst. But Zara needed to feel like more than a teenage girl pretending in her bedroom, and that meant a real rehearsal space. She set up her phone on a borrowed tripod and turned strips of recessed lights on and off until she found the magical combination that gave her face a slight glow. She still felt a jab of nerves as she hit RECORD. She sounded ridiculous, saying her name and age for the phone’s little black eye. She had to restart her monologue twenty times before she had a decent version to send. By the time she was done, Zara felt sure she would never hear back.

She auditioned on something stronger than a whim — but what’s the name for that? Zara tests words to find one that fits. It’s a game she plays, inspecting and weighing things in her mind, seeking matches. Being an actor is all about finding keys from the real world that open imaginary locks.

What’s stronger than a whim, but with the same push to it, like a knuckle of wind?

Urge? Desire?

No. Too many bad novels have coated those words, turned them slick.

Inclination?

Weak.

Impulse.

Yes. Something gentle and sure clicks inside her.

Yesterday, Zara got the call from the casting director. Today, she skipped school for the first time in recorded history.

A woman in the obligatory black of a crew member comes out of the wings and catches Zara standing in the doorway. “Auditions?” she asks.

Zara nods, her neck still tight from the train ride.

The woman leads Zara into the greenroom. The space is choked with girls. And every single one wants the same role as Zara, which is a problem, because now that she is here, she can’t imagine leaving.

This is the Aurelia Theater. It feels like coming home.

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I have no regrets.

Okay I started watching Kny and even started to read the manga and just fell in love with it so deeply, and because I can’t do anything else than Click&Drag Games I made one with it~ I didn’t use like aaaall characters that would’ve been just too many but I used 41 characters so that’s alot for me XD  So I hope you get some fun results, I love reading them XD For those who don’t know how this works, you can just drag the gifs away and see what you get or just make a screenshot~ that’s probably easier XD And I already apologize if there are any typos I’m just too lazy to double check those XD

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bsdweek2018: [day 4] — For the tainted sorrow

[option 2: Favorite minor character] — The Russian duo: Fyodor & Nikolai

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FREE HUGS by adults

& teens

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i mean i’m not a slut, but who knows

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Okay I jest and bully Reigen a lot but this expression. He’s so touched by Mob thinking he’s a genuinely good guy and he’s trying so hard to keep it together and keep his composure.

This is the man who questioned his entire life and purpose that same day, who looked deep inside himself and evaluated his life, who wondered if he’ll ever be somebody and why he does anything. He doubts himself and figures HE’S the one who’s been holding Mob back this entire time.

He was humiliated on live tv and kicked while he was down. He’s been made a laughingstock, he’s a joke, been called a fraud, a liar, a cheat to his face. His entire life was under a microscope, picked apart and mocked. And when he needed help people who he thought he could lean on turned him away. He had no privacy and no one to help except for his parents.

Reigen was truly alone and had no one but Mob, and he felt as if he destroyed the mentor/student bond with what he said.

But Mob seeing the good in him might have finally broken him. He’s probably never had someone calling him a genuinely good guy despite his faults.

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Just found your blog and I love your writing! Just wondering, what are some of your favourite headcanons for any of the reapers? (Only if it’s okay) Have a nice day!

It is perfectly okay! Thank you very much and sorry for the (really) late reply!

Will:

He likes mystery novels.

He cooks his own meals, and they’re very healthy but not very good when it comes to the taste

Tries to go to the gym for two hours every day, but can’t always make it, be it overtime or his plans have been intercepted by a certain someone

Bonus: People say this a lot but he really does get up early to go to the park before work and feed the pigeons. He named them all but will never admit it.

Grell:

Is the certain someone that disrupts Will’s schedule. Her favorite activity is annoying her coworkers and disrupting their after-work schedule (these unfortunate souls include all the reapers listed but mostly Ronald, Eric and Will)

Surprisingly good cook when she puts her mind to it but never actually cooks.

Has snapchat and uses it to send long rant videos with a filter that makes her voice funny

Ronald:

Has ADHD

“Got diagnosed with cool-guy syndrome HA-HA!..So now I take…ADDERALL”

Hangs out with Grell all the time and is always the one picking her up (reluctantly). They are BFFs.

Doesn’t wear sunblock. Spends all day outside in the unforgiving s u n. Doesn’t understand why he got that terrible sunburn.

Bonus: He really likes Marvel movies and quotes them a lot (eg. “Mr Suttcliff, i dont feel so good” “You’re not going to disintegrate on me now, Ronald, we still have another 162 souls to go”)

Alan:

Likes brussels sprouts

Has a very sweet singing voice and is always humming sweet tunes. He sings ballads when he’s doing the dishes and housework in general.

He’s the shoulder that the others cry on. When they all went to watch Infinity War he let Ronald sob into his shoulder the whole way back.

Bonus: He loves being alive. Man he loves breathing and having a heartbeat and not being dead and definitely loves not dying from thorns. The freaky boy loves that.

Eric:

Reads those really long and useless magazine articles on how to optimize the space in your tiny flat as well as those on how to match the color of your lipstick with the rest of your outfit even though he doesn’t wear lipstick

Is a really good Cricket player and would love to play it professionally b u t

Othello:

He honestly hates having to work with someone incompetent and once threw a bottle of acid at the new kid he was supposed to be mentoring because he was touching everything he wasn’t supposed to be touching. Since then he hasn’t been assigned any new partners.

Unsurprisingly lives on caffeine and is actually really skinny because he doesn’t really eat healthy or full meals. Whenever he gets hungry he pops a licorice badboy into his mouth thinking “I’ll eat something else later” and then he just completely forgets to.

Sascha:

Even though the camera isn’t their Death Scythe, they still love their camera and take pictures of everything that’ll cross their mind, but their favorite thing to take pictures of is beautiful people looking not-so-pretty (eg. mid-sneeze, weird angle, picking their nose, and anything else that makes them look unflattering). The only person they haven’t been able to get an unflattering picture of is Rudgar. He’s always perfect.

Their place always smells like incense. Its not because they particularly like the smell, but because they need to cover up the smell of weed somehow.

Rudgar:

Says he hates Sascha

Doesn’t

Likes things to be tidy and hates going to Sascha’s place because its the exact opposite of what he wants to see. Probably tidies up around their place while waiting for them to get ready and does the same in other people’s places.

He’s pretty straightforward and doesn’t have much of a filter, so he’s probably the best person to come to if you want an honest opinion on something. Send him screenshots of the conversation you had with your deadbeat significant other and watch him answer “Dump them.”

The Undertaker:

His mood is always somewhere between “I don’t care at all” and “I care far too much” and i think thats both worrying and beautiful in its own way.

If he had a pet he would have either a Raven that always points out other people’s lies and/or bad jokes for him as well as screech and creep people out in general or an old, skinny, black cat that goes around his store hissing at people and sleeping on top of coffins, swatting at people walking by.

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UNDERTAKER PILLOW TALKS!!!!

I know this isn’t what you were expecting but give him a break, everyone he’s ever loved is dead and couldn’t bear to lose anyone else. Reassure him every once in a while.

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