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Don Thousand and His Sheep Wife🐏

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Don Thousand: Cover it up, what I need is your smile💧

I saw ur 2000s au keyshipping and I'm so abshshwhww about them they're so cute I'm so curious abt them! what kind of music would they like?

oh yes *rubs hands like a super villian* I'm so glad you asked.

They're very different when it comes to music.

Astral likes dream pop and new wave. His favorite band is Cocteau Twins, which is pretty old even for the early 2000s. Yuma makes fun of him saying that type of music was from when his grandma was in highschool.

Yuma likes more trendy stuff like nu metal and punk. His favorite band at the moment is Static X, which made their debut on 1999. Astral says his music is noisy and the lyrics are stupid, but still bought him a cd as a birthday gift anyway.

Not your "hypocritical" envoy anymore🔪

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Inspirational Magazine:

Astral - Dreamy Teenager

Happy happy Astral chill chill🍬

A sketch that I forgot

Crossover with Murder Drones tehe

With this vow, I am your’s. With this vow, you are mine.

Centuries before the Numbers could scatter across earth, a different decision was made following the fated numeron duel.To avoid war, a proposal of peace was brokered. In the form of a wedlock. Between the self-titled god, and the lowly envoy who was created to destroy him. 

special thanks to the @ygorarepairs for letting myself and this ship take part! And thank you to my incredible writing partner artie for the amazing fanfic

be sure to read diamantrouge's accompanying fanfic!

Nice the patchwork art, is it an au, what's the story of it?

Yess,it is🪡

Dark Mist and Astral are the result of a fight between Don Thousand and Eliphas that left the twins with half of their bodies missing and having to be stitched together

They are have a stitch to connecting the two halves together, Eliphas is the one who sews it, Don Thousand is the one who resuscitates the twins because they doesn't want the twins to die

And being a patchwork and flawed product,both Astral and Dark Mist were also bored and didn't want to talk, so they didn't consider each other brothers...

They never even coordinated their patched bodies evenly because both had completely separate thoughts and held great hatred towards the two gods who caused this mutation to them.

H-H-hhi-hh-hi,m-mmeett myYmy be-beauti-tiful wiffe..~

SSh-ehsHe is soo- bEautifuL as a sheeP,r-r-right?~🔪💥❓⁉️

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❝ i n t h e g a r d e n ❞

[ ao3 ] - [ numeronship week : day 1 ]

Earth did not invent kissing. The affection had existed on Astral World since time primordial. But in the garden - with only them two - everything was new.

[numeronshipping] - [rated T] - [first time kissing] - [incomplete]

word count: ??

author's notes: happy numeron week everyone 🌿

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Many older religions would tell you that 'gods' enjoy those who are bold and brave.

So, statistical to that notion, phrasing one's wants as statement rather than question should bring stronger positive results. If you were ever to converse with one such god.

This was Astral's logic when he said, "I would like for you to kiss me."

The deity, receiver of the hypothesis-proof statement, was lounging against his hand. And though he not move from that position, those dual eyes snapped up with a quickness which belied his usual lax nature.

The two were layed below the tower, nestled in the garden. Skin cradled by the tall, morning-soft greens, and watching the chaos lilies around them chime with the wind.

Or, they had been. Now, Don Thousand fixed the envoy with such a stare that Astral imagined crawling into the sands of the pendant's dimension and just dying there.

The clever parts of his artificial mind activated, racing to come up with any viable backtracks. It took directly defying against his instincts to keep his mouth shut, and wait for the deity's verbal response.

Earth did not invent kissing. The affection had existed on Astral World since time primordial. Which existed before earth by countless millennia.

But in the garden -- with only them two -- everything was new.

The spark of surprise seemed to snuff out, and Don Thousand returned to regarding the tinking flowers. Face once more a mask of boredom. "Would you like me to pretend I didn't hear that?"

"No," Astral replied with a ring of defense coating his voice, "I would not." "Would you like to?" It would bring a rather callous finish to this awkward, if not secretly displayed vulnerable, moment. But if that was what the god wished for, Astral would swallow it and see that it was respected.

"How am I meant to answer that, messenger."

The envoy took his gaze to the astran skies, laying back into the grass until the lilies haloed about him like a vined cradle. Mirroring Don Thousand's earlier placid facade. "Then it would seem you have."

Just as Astral tucked himself down, Don Thousand rolled over on his arm and pushed upright.

"You have spent too long amongst human teenagers," he murmured, "If you are going to keep being petulant, then I have little reason to offer that question any further thought."

"Be silent," Astral hissed.

Don Thousand was as taken to surprise by his sudden aggression as Astral was. Though whereas the spirit froze, the god developed a newfound amusement, which rapidly molded his long features.

Astral blinked and half looked away. "I apologize. I do not know why-"

"Do you still harbor aggression towards me, messenger?"

"No." The word punctured the air between with a force that nulled its claimed truth, and the deity looked as thought he could laugh at him. This was not at all going how Astral wanted.

He tried again, "No. My words to you the last time we spoke on--" On the war. On their duel. "--on the past. I have forgiven you." And it was not a small thing, that. Astral did not forgive lightly.

Don Thousand knew this too, but he still gave him that damningly lazy smile and said, "And I you."

They studied each other. The tease and irritation from moments before faded. Onward the lilies chimed, scents of the not-far sea was carried on the breeze. Their hair would smell like windblown salt and chaos tinged dirt when this was over.

"Don Thousand," Astral said, leaning up to him. Nothing stoic or masked this time.

Their gazes were kept locked long enough that Astral could discern each color flecked inside his companion's irises, and his pulse stammered in its tracks.

"No."

Astral blinked. Baffled. Leaning away. "No?"

"I will not kiss you to sate your curiosity, messenger."

"Stop calling-" The poor spirit had been set off-kilter, for once he was unable to gather a good retort fast enough. "Why?" He eventually demanded.

Don Thousand must have found that petulant too because he scoffed laughter.

Rolling away to regard the scaling height of the tower, the god explained; "I do not blame you for approaching things in the ways of Order, it is all you have known," Astral resented that a little, but Don Thousand continued before he could reply. "But that, that is not something I have any interest doing in the name of clinical pursuit."

Clinical pursuit?

Did he think the envoy was being naive?

"I am not.. unaware of the intimacy and meaning behind what I asked you." Astral said, a bit defeated now.

Don Thousand glanced over to him. Silence stretched further on.

He is going to make me say it.

Astral refused to meet the stare, putting all his attention to a small lily next to him. Running his fingertips along the cold petals, praying the tremble of each finger was not too noticeable.

"I would not... ask to do that... with merely anyone. Nor do I have any intensions to ask someone else."

The visions of dying buried in the key's sands returned and felt more deeply appealing.

When he did finally glance up, he found the deity smirking at him in a way that once again stoked the envoy's rare anger.

"Do not be cruel," Astral glared. Evoking the deity's old astran name as he admonished, "If you are making fun of me, Alkaphrah-"

"Come here," Don Thousand said.

The world seemed to grow quiet. Astral's stomach flipped.

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[ to be continued on AO3! Keep an eye out! ]

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the reformed duel disk of Barian World's Numen