The Happiest Boy

So i showed my dtiys art to my friend and she told me to draw a punk dazai and a nu metal mori

(my friend loves metal)

I freaking love this

I mainly draw fanart of bottom Lawless as a hobby I want to make more friends who like greed pair， If you follow me, I will follow you immediately

Run, if you can

I was thinking about Freya's design, yeah? And how inconsistent it’s been

Like she changes her outfits not just from chapter to chapter in c3 arc, but sometimes even from page to page

And I got to wondering if maybe that’s evidence of her instability and grief over the loss of her Eve?

But also I think it’s really funny that the first time we “meet” her she’s wearing some kind of blazer with no shirt, and I like to think that that was her trying to dress nicely for her first meet up with her siblings in a very long time, especially since Kuro was going to be there

Anyway this line of thought also led me to the visuals of the contract formation, and how when Iduna grants her a name, the wings of the Valkyrie explode from her back

Also her request for “that golden part of you” being phrased that way not just for dramatics but also because the mythological Freya was very well known for her love of gold

And THAT brought me to how The Mother is almost like a composite of both Freya and Odin in the same character, with her demon, while being a representation of a shura, also somewhat representing Odin with his flame covered eye, and how the flames of wrath are also found residing within another one eyed character, but in the opposite direction, Tsurugi offering his eye to Freya in a parallel of Odin plucking his eye from its socket in order to obtain infinite wisdom, and how Servamp rejects that sacrifice and implies that Odin himself made the wrong choice by having our wrathful characters consistently be people who are metaphorically blind to the suffering they are inflicting not just on others but themselves

Meanwhile, Shuuhei’s mother, who is physically blind, is also legitimately wise in a way these various “Odin” are not

I'm very tired so if this all seems disconnected forgive me LMAO

YES HELL YES IMMA JUMP AND HUG THEM

Haven’t drawn in this style in a long time

Holy hell the new chap had got me palpitating like crazy i almost vomitted

Noted to not be too over excited from now on, that was not an ok experience 😭

My tired ass face taking a shower after coming home from school.....

Summary: Licht struggles to write a love song so Hyde suggests they watch romance movies together. (LawLicht)

“Will you stop doing that, Shit Rat? It’s annoying and I can’t concentrate on my song! I told you that you’re only allowed to stay as long as you behave.” Licht snapped and tossed his notebook at Hyde across the hotel room. His outburst cut through the silence and startled Hyde. He couldn’t dodge the attack. Papers spilled out from the book and he rushed to collect the music sheets.

“What the hell? I was being quiet.” Hyde retorted. He started to argue with him but then he glanced down at the music sheets. The page was blank. A movie director commissioned Licht to compose a love theme. Licht accepted the request with the belief that it would be a simple challenge. However, he wasn’t able to write a single melody in the past hour. It was clear to see that he was frustrated with his progress on the song— or lack thereof.

His passion and greed was what drew Hyde to him. That part of his personality also worried Hyde at times. Licht would push himself to continue playing his piano even if his fingers bled. He didn’t know how he was lucky enough to form a contract with an angel after everything he did. He could never guess the reason but he would do everything he could to help Licht.

“How about a lunch break, Lichtan?” He suggested and Licht’s answer was sharp glare. While he summoned his piano on his lap, he didn’t try to fight with him further. He pressed a single key in slow tempo that was second nature after years of practise. Hyde had many talented Eves. A few struggled with their commission and procrastinated with their work. His angel was different. He knew that it would be more difficult to convince him to take a break from his work.

Hyde silently listed things he could say to him. A sly grin spread across his lips and the shift in his demeanor caught Licht’s attention. His piano vanished and reformed as boots. Their eyes met and could read each other’s intentions. Licht raised a brow and silently challenged him to provoke him into another fight. In response, Hyde motioned for him to join him on the couch.

Licht started to shake his head but a part of him was curious. Despite being an angel, Hyde was the only devil who could tempt him. “I have something that could give you inspiration for your love song, Angel Cakes.”

“Is this a corny attempt to flirt with me and suggest we have sex? I’m working, Shit Rat. I love you but my music is important to me too. Don’t act distracting so I can finish my song.” Licht ordered. He crossed the room to Hyde and took his unfinished music sheets from him. He was surprised by how easily Hyde gave him the notebook when he would usually try to fight him. As he straightened the crumpled paper, he noticed the pink tint on Hyde’s cheek.

“You love me.” Hyde echoed the word. Licht told him that he loved him so casually that it took Hyde aback. Whenever he would tease him and try to have Licht affirm his feelings, his response would be to kick him out of irritation and feeling flustered. He blushed and Hyde realized that Licht had said the words without thinking.

“Not when you’re being irritating, Shit Rat!” Before Licht could storm out of the room and leave the awkward silence, Hyde stopped him. His scarf wrapped itself around his wrist and pulled him back. As he stumbled backwards, his leg struck the couch. He fell into the spot next to Hyde and he wrapped his arm around his waist. Yet, it was Hyde’s red eyes that kept him from standing again.

“I actually have a way to help you find inspiration. We can watch romance movies and listen to their soundtrack. That might give you inspiration for your own love song. There’s Pride and Prejudice, Titanic or we can take a chance with a more modern movie. Though, I know you like the classics and fairy tales.” Hyde circled his arms around Licht and leaned forward to reach the remote on the table in front of them. As he did so, Licht could feel his chest pressed against his back.

“Is this a trick to make me rest?” Licht took the remote before Hyde could. He held the controller over his head but it was impossible to keep it away from him while he was sitting on his lap. Hyde buried his face in his neck and tickled his nose against his skin. Briefly distracted, he was able to steal the remote from him. He turned on the television and scrolled through the available movies.

Licht pushed his body backwards until they were sitting back on the couch and he could tilt his head up to Hyde. He scowled at him and crossed his arms. Hyde could hear his complaints even before he spoke. He took his hand and kissed his fingertips. His long and slender fingers were fitting for a pianist even as they contrasted Licht’s strong personality. He loved both sides of him though.

“I know you love playing the piano but even angels need to rest. You’ll finish your song eventually and it’ll be a gift from the heavens.” Hyde reassured him. When they first met, he mimicked how Licht would reference angels and fairy tales to mock him. Now, they were his honest praise.

“I don’t want to settle for ‘eventually’. I want to finish my song now. If I take a break or wait too long, I might regret it.” Licht muttered and nestled closer to Hyde’s side. His voice was barely above a whisper and Hyde was only able to hear it from how close they were. Hyde knew that Licht was remembering his brief summer in France.

Licht thought that he had lost his friend before he could play a song for him. Since he rarely met people his age, let alone had friends, the regret affected him more. He promised himself that he would always pursue his goals and no longer have regrets. He eventually learned that Niccolo was alive. That was only possible because he met Hyde. Licht found it a little ironic that a demon was able to save an angel.

“Indulge me for an hour, Lichtan.” Hyde played a romance movie at random. “If our love story was a movie, what song would be playing? I’m not an angel of music like you but I can recite a Shakespearan monologue of the first time I saw you. Shall our love be a short lived game or a violent one, my Juliet? Or I can be the mysterious Mr. Darcy that you hate at first but then fall madly in love!”

“A mysterious Mr. Darcy? I could see through you from the start, Shit Rat.” Licht rolled his eyes.

The way Hyde tricked him into forming a contract gave him a terrible first impression. However, as they spent more time with each other, he sensed that there was a reason Hyde kept himself from following his dreams. Licht often became frustrated that he didn’t know Hyde’s reason and tried to push him forward in his own way. Then, Hyde told him about his past and they could truly begin to understand each other.

On the screen, the couple began to dance with each other. Licht easily recognized the song and he tapped his finger on Hyde’s arm. “Fur Elise. The love songs I hear in romance movies are slow and have an idyllic light motif. That’s not what I hear when I’m with you.”

Licht struggled with the song for the past few days yet their short conversation helped him realize why it was so difficult. The director hired him to write a score for a fairy tale romance. However, his love story with Hyde was far from conventional. He needed to write a song that was true to himself but also fitting for the movie.

“So, how do you hear our song?” Hyde asked out of curiosity.

“Like a tempest.” He closed his eyes and listened to Hyde’s even heartbeat. He was certain that he could follow that sound through a deafening storm. They had been through a lot but he wouldn’t change a moment they shared. Licht summoned his piano and placed his fingers over the keys. He intended to play Beethoven’s Tempest but another song flowed out of him. “This is our song. What is our monologue, Mr. Playwright?”

“I’ve quoted Shakespeare for centuries but I don’t know if my pose can match his.” Hyde watched Licht’s fingers glide over the piano keys and recalled the first time he saw him on stage. “The spotlight above you is a faux of Heaven’s light. Once the curtain falls, the silhouette of a human remains. What a foolish angel he is to believe he can change the world. Dreams will remain as that: fleeting dreams. Yet, as I listen to his song move heaven and earth, I can almost believe your words of folly. Perhaps, I am the angel’s fool.”

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