#i guess this is like. a convenient misfortune?
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Muscle gun started making scraping noises the day before the window to return it closed
Not this time fucker
#either this thing is a piece of junk or i need a literal industrial instrument to throttle myself with#i guess this is like. a convenient misfortune?#ill count that as a good thing#no telling when I'll get my hands on a replacement#this is bullshit#but it could have been worse
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Ok so like Die, he's a pretty morbid or views death in a very "it is, what it is" and maybe even comedically. But it's only towards the death/misfortunes of others, but with his owns it's like he doesn't really want to die but at the hands of another person being the reason. If he's gonna die, he wants it to be at the hands of himself. Like he's the type to talk all big about wanting to die (in certain circumstances) but when it's time to, he resists and like realizes he doesn't want to go just yet??
HK is just squeamish with the thought of being the one to kill and death. But, like when it comes to dealing with bodies of strangers, she's managed to adjust to dealing and disposing of them. Years of The Felt just does that to one I guess lol. So of course there's more weight when it comes to the death of someone she knows (even if The Felt members will just come back later). But when death hits her then it's like, she accepts (nah she gives up fighting) and rolls with it.
OK OK OK SO THESE TWO OUAGhh a whole ass yapping session under the cut, and yes. If needed to. I will write a fucking essay on this.
Wow, Eel having a thing for opposites having/being able to learn from each other and building themselves up from that...aough
to start off, I like to view romance as a very "it depends on the people involved in it" sort. Like even troll romance not all quads are actual romantically based. SOooo maybe other relationships like moirails will have some romance while others won't. Why? Just so I can finagle different relationships teeheee.
Pots of Gold, basically, Business Partners. It can have some romance or platonic sprinkled in. Usually, it's for either everyone to get something out of it or can be one sided/only for one person's gain.
But between these two, just transactional like. As in, they both get something out of it through this "partnership". There's no sense of romance or even platonic feelings between them. Well, HK's like a hint of platonic as she tends to worry for the wellbeing of Die and genuinely can enjoy his presence for some reason.
Die, I like to think is fascinated with bodies and its inner workings. And carapacians, they're a whole new species for him! Like Snowman's there, but c'mon. It's Snowman. And I like to think that since HK's just there, then it's just so convenient for him! Like of course there's also other carapaces that The Felt come across that aren't The Midnight Crew and Die can get his grimy hands on some subjects. But again, for convenience's sake, and cuz members of The Felt can't really die-die (I headcanon Doc Scratch being able to reverse time enough to reset everyone, further explanation in a comic in the future) so Die has the ability to mess with her and can go "hey let's see if this sticks after you come back HK" sorta thing. That, and he knows HK craves being able to fulfil other's wants and needs to the best of her abilities, people pleaser ass.
HK wants to help be there for Die as she believes that as her being the house keeper for The Felt, not only is it that the manor needs to be kept in tip-top shape, but also the members. She doesn't have a desire to "fix" him, but instead to help set him on a path where he can fix himself on his own volition or something. Also, she just feels pretty bad for that fucking loser. She gets the gratification (and maybe even false pretense) that she's actually being helpful! Like, she genuinely doesn't want him to have to change everything about himself just for the sake of others (very funny coming from her) but she can't help but worry.
So in this case, you can say it's one sided as it's really HK the one showing some fondness towards Die, but Die doesn't really dabble in that sorta stuff. I like to think that he's just used to shutting people out/down as he's pretty much some sort of punching bag in The Felt. And it's not easy for him to open up and he simply just doesn't want to. I don't see Die as the type who'd actually want any semblance of a "relationship" with another, in either a romantic or platonic (? i can see with some specific members that he'd be comfortable with) sense, he's just there. So like, aromantic thing going on. But that doesn't mean he's strictly opposed to having some sort of friend/acquaintance??? It's hard to explain my thoughts on that guy. But he does manage to get along with some of the others. (I would explain but that's a whole 'nother thang) Also it could also just be him being paranoid that something will definitely go wrong??
So, with this Pots of Gold being strictly one-sided or "business partner" like where both Die and HK get (some sort) of thing out of this, it just kinda fits for them. That, and just the differences between these two make me giggle. Die being cynical and even enjoying dark humor and sometimes even jaded* while HK being a credulous or gullible, maybe even naive, because she's really fucking dumb guys come on. BUT BUT BUT switching that whole shit around??? like omg
* note: Die isn't always jaded or unemotional. I like to think he can be just as petty, dramatic and animated when needed. Like overreacting and such. Hell, the guy can be quite expressive whether that be negative or on the rare occasion, positive.
HK slowly having to learn that things are different, she's no longer Historiographic Knitter or on Prospit, and having to deal with The Felt (and even Midnight Crew + others) kind of begins to open her eyes, aware of what's going on ya know? Like pretty much needing to grow a shell (hA) to deal with all this.
And with Die, oog being able to slowly be forced to adjust to someone who's got a different thing going on. AOugh how do I explain... he's slowly getting used to seeing someone who actually enjoys his presence. And like how he's not one to show some sort of "im getting fond of you" sort of reactions, he actually slowly does, in really small unnoticeable ways that probably is just like a "that's the bare minimum" sort but it's something!! Like giving HK a slight nod, like that! THAT oough. Oh HK would be entirely delighted!!! And them learning how to deal with others opposite of themselves, like HK needing to learn when she needs to stop and give others their space and not come off as overbearing when she means well. And Die to learn how to try to stop always assuming the worst will happen/out of others and their actions.
They're both in a sense stepping mats like they get walked all over and such in different ways. And are The Felt's clean up crew, Die gets to do with he wants with the bodies and HK will dispose of them (the garden/yard thing). Also, they get to rant and ramble to each other about anything really even if Die will end up telling HK to shut up, or will just shut himself up on his own and not speak to her for days hehe
Also also, oh goodness, Die being able to just be unapologetically (probably even brutally) honest with HK* when she's being stupid/too soft and her having to slowly learn or come to terms with reality through Die... and then, Die being able to be treated like another being on a daily enough basis and being listened to. Aughhh. Of course, some of the other members are concerned-ish for him, but his tendencies to disregard others make it hard for the other members of The Felt to befriend him, hell it annoys some of the others too. Being able to feel like he's just another guy, like everyone else, instead of this annoying freak. OAguh
*And to note: It's also the fact, that he knows that HK won't have to guts to tell him to shut up. But that she's going to actually listen. Whether she takes what he says to heart or not, it's him being able to just express his thoughts.
OH MY GOD AND NOT TO FORGET: Thanks to the (questionable) ways Die experiments or studies HK's innards and such, it also helps him further his fascination/satisfaction with being in control but also! it helps HK with not needing to be so squeamish and fearful of injuries and such. Like she's still gonna kick and sob but slowly, it'll be more of her dealing with it with eyes filled with tears and not trying to trash around!!! win moment
Also, I shall name this uh thing "Patchwork" because I know people like Die, and I wanna make sure that like even if this is far from a relationship between them, if people don't wanna see this sorta stuff, they can block the tag
(also Patchwork is just funny to me. Cuz like HK with her whole "used to be Historical Knitter and then Die dabbling with pins and such. And like they both need some serious work but also also also slowly patching each other up in their own wacky ways)
#my art#the felt#die#hk#patchwork#eel out here yapping her mouth#sorry for the long winded babble#but there's more.#there's so much more I want to say but i can't think of everything ive compiled#so those will be for another date and time#this is more like some wack ass situationship
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Shantae Mini-Headcanons - Tibia
You're probably wondering what this is, and to that, I say - I'm running an experiment! We'll see how this goes but hopefully it's a relatively short post
So, those of you who read my Romance headcanons post here might remember this little tidbit
Well, guess what? I have now remembered the details! Somewhat. I've also changed a few around but it's also been a bit since I first had that idea so I say it's fine
Anyway...I'm not going to cover the hypothetical romance since that would take a hot minute but I am going to briefly touch on my headcanons for the zombie tourist girl - or, as I'm calling her, Tibia - since her design is neat and, well, why not, right?
For anyone who's unfamilar this is the NPC I'm talking about
again this ideally should not be that long but I will still put a read more for anyone who just wants to scroll on
Her full name is Tibia H. Patella
It's weird to me that the only real indication she's a zombie is the green skin and the stitch around her left leg so I'm going to fix that. Tibia also has a stitch around her left arm (specifically around the area that is conveniently always obscured by her hair in her one animation) and on her initial awakening she was missing a whole-ass eye, which is why she took to wearing sunglasses
Key word to that last part is initially; Tibia has since fixed the lack of depth perception with an eye pilfered from an unfortunate shmuck who had the misfortune of getting caught in the Chit Chat Spider Queen's web and being its lunch, so all the sunglasses hide now is a case of heterochromia. She still wears them out of habit though
The little zombie boy we also see in Seven Sirens is her adopted little brother, Mort. The story behind him is that, while making a brief stop in a human town with the Zombie Caravan, Tibia found Mort homeless, starving, and notably lacking any adult supervision to take care of him. She tried getting him a home before the caravan was due to leave to no avail, but she couldn't just LEAVE him there, and with no better options presenting themselves to her...she ended up turning the kid so she could take him with the caravan
Tibia briefly got in hot water with the caravan for that stunt - civilized zombies aren't particularly keen on turning for the most part, as it's seen as enforcing the stereotype that they're no different from their feral, shambling counterparts who mindlessly bite and tear for a taste of brains, never mind the ethical quandaries - but after she explained the situation they begrudgingly agreed that she probably made the best move she could have there.
For his part, Mort has adjusted remarkably well to being a zombie and bounced back quick. He was the one who insisted that Tibia was his older sister now, and she happily agreed, making an extra room for him and generally acting as the authority figure he needs in his life
Tibia is one of Rottytops' several exes, though as is the case for all of Rottytops' dating life before she started dating Shantae, it didn't last for more than two weeks. She's heard the news, and is genuinely happy for Rottytops, glad that she's turning her life around...buuuuuut any time she's actually around Rottytops, she tends to be awkwardly tense. This has less to do with Rottytops and more to do with the fact that Tibia knows firsthand that Rottytops is a trouble magnet and just being in proximity of her means her entire afternoon has probably gone down the drain
Regardless of whether she's dating Harmony or not I imagine Tibia has a crush on her from seeing the Half-Genie Festival and, well. Like I said in the romance post Harmony is a built like an amazon Tibia fell for her reeeeeeaaaaaalllll fast. Mort teases her relentlessly about it and she is torn between being happy to engage in sibling banter or severely regretting telling Mort about dating Rottytops after she finally managed to recognize her in the Fillin disguise because she KNOWS that has to be fuel for the fire to him
#shantae#not a quote#headcanons#zombie tourist/tibia#<probably not going to need that tag but. if you guys want more of tibia. you never know
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I WANT TO ASK ABOUT THEM ALL HOW DARE YOU
But please please please tell me more about these ones first:
Bitter Teeth - (RomeSpa, NedPort, EngSpa)
RomeSpa - Sicilia - (blame cake)
The Five Kingdoms - (Frain, EngPort, and more, but that's not really the focus for once!)
No es como parece - (Toni study)
ohohohoho, with pleasure! <3
Bitter Teeth
cake, do you remember that one romepsa vampire fic i wrote for hetaween last year? meet its child! this fic is currently set to be multi-chap fic, in which we get to the see the aftermarh of what happened in Rome and the highly unconventional relationship that develops between a vampire and a vampire hunter. meanwhile, we obviously can't ignore Henri, who's been abandoned in Amsterdam, brother missing with no hint to where he is! time's ticking, Hen! (and then of course, with Toni's disappearance, the Guild have sent another hunter to 'replace' him - Arthur. can't imagine how Hen might take that!)
RomeSpa - Sicilia
this one i really hope you remember haha, this is from one of your horror prompts you sent me so you may be familiar with the base plot. but. essentially, a beat-down Antonio needs money and needs to escape from his life after some misfortune. he comes across an advert online for a job as a housekeeper for a lone older gent in Sicily, who needs someone to support him through autumn and winter (with a view to extend the contract if required). feeling like he has nothing to lose, Antonio gets in touch, and soon finds himself and two big suitcases at the front door of a rural home on the island. the door opens. this will be a fun six months!
The Five Kingdoms
@rosesandalfazemas also wanted some info on this one haha. and this is a long one! but welcome to my attempt at a kingdoms/magic/adventure au, in which a prophecy threatens the Five Kingdoms (conveniently titled) and restore an evil their ancestors vanquished, etc etc. with a little inspo from Cardverse, each kingdom has five members to a royal household, and each kingdom has a certain elemental magic they use that is also tied to their Mage. Antonio is the Mage of Aerborea (it wimdy) who, amongst his other gifts, has the odd prophetic vision... but that's fine! in other news, royal EngPort give me life, so meet your rightful King and Queen of Rivedore! :D (you'll never guess their element) but yeah, we get some Frain and EngPort and their bonds will get put to the test. Port and Toni's, too. but there are a lot of other characters in here that i'm intending to juggle, which i'm looking forward to. i've got most chapters planned out so i know the route the story takes, i just... need a million hours to be able to write it all!
(p.s. if you ever see me reblogging random things as #aerborea, #rivedore etc well... this is why!)
OH WAIT I HAVE A MAP!
:)
No es como parece
i believe @kaimaciel also wanted a bit more on this one, so here you go! it's not too fleshed out, it's just that every few months my ideas change haha. but basically this is a series of scenes between Toni and other characters, and how he interacts with them. his optimism, his smile, his constant happiness - and how he is able to act that way when he is, in fact, lying to their faces about how he's feeling. it's about how justifies lying, how he deals with the guilt, how he handles probing questions, and how he has built this cocoon for himself to 'protect' him from anything negative in his life. because that sounds really healthy! good toni!
#helia answers#helia writes#hope that satisfies a bit of curiosity!#i will actually be posting the start of Bitter Teeth in a couple of weeks :3#hetalia#if you want more info. well. you may have to ask very very nicely. i'm wary of over-sharing :'
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Flashback | PSYCHOBREAK 4
Writer: Akira (日日日)
Characters: Adonis, Koga
Koga: There was a time when he was pretty much all I thought about, after all.
I thought about him soooo much, I ended up with a~ll sorts a' delusions about him which had absolutely no basis in reality.
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Time: The following afternoon.
Location: Inside the TV station's studio, in the dressing room for HELLSING, formerly UNDEAD
Adonis: I wonder what Sakuma-senpai is thinking.
Is this meant to be some kind of penalty or punishment for me?
No, I shouldn't doubt him… Since it's Sakuma-senpai, there must be some deeper meaning behind this.
Koga: Aahn?
You're givin' that dumb old man waaay too much credit. Believe it or not, he rarely actually thinks things through.
He just goes n' does whatever he wants, n' after the fact, he comes up with some long-winded explanation so he can be all, "Just as planned." ¹ It's ridiculous.
Adonis: As expected, you understand him very well.
Koga: There was a time when he was pretty much all I thought about, after all.
I thought about him soooo much, I ended up with a~ll sorts a' delusions about him which had absolutely no basis in reality.
Adonis: ……
Koga: That aside, hey. What're we gonna do about this shit?
Adonis: Even if you ask me, I don't know either. In fact, I was planning to ask you about it.
Yesterday, we encountered our imposters — HELLSING — at the AIIE Experimental Facility.
Then, after we investigated the premises, Sakuma-senpai made a suggestion.
He said, "They say one ought to turn even misfortune into good fortune², so let us use this situation to our advantage."
Koga: Hmm~ Well, I think it'd be better to just get rid a' those fakes.
But ugh, they seriously look just like people, and it seems like they've got some level of self-awareness too. It wouldn't really sit right with me if we just went and killed 'em off.
Adonis: Yes, that is another of the dilemmas involved in the use of AI.
Should AI, or robots in general, receive "human rights"?
If they are not recognized as people and are simply regarded as useful tools, is that equivalent to a new form of slavery?
Koga: Yeaaah, no, it ain't my job to figure out that kinda complex crap. It's just... Those HELLSING guys are surprisin'ly cooperative, or maybe it'd be more accurate to call 'em obedient, with the way they follow instructions.
No matter how foul their mouths or bad their attitudes, it's like we're holdin' their remote controls. It really reminds you they're still just machines.
The question is whether it's really okay to toss those pitiful bastards out like yesterday's garbage, just for the sake of our own convenience. I mean, they're still alive— Or well, no, technically I guess they're not, since they're machines n' all.
Adonis: I wonder whether machines have souls too.
Koga: I dunno, but… Sakuma-senpai seems to think there's somethin' there, since he decided not to scrap 'em. Well, not like there was ever any chance a' that guy gettin' rid of 'em just cause their existence gets in our way.
Adonis: Sakuma-senpai is kind, after all.
Koga: More like he's a coward. He's sick a' fuckin' up the course a' other people's lives. Even though those AIs ain't human, he still can't bring himself to do it.
Honestly, if it were me, I'd be perfectly satisfied with bein' destroyed by the person I love.
Adonis: …Anyway, to summarize, HELLSING began their activities while we were isolated from the outside world due to the experiment.
And, as a "radical and immoral" unit, they received tremendous support, especially from the long-time fans who longed to see that side of us.
It seems Sakuma-senpai wants to take advantage of that.
Specifically, by leaving the conventional radical, immoral, rock band-like activities to HELLSING…
While UNDEAD continues to focus on a variety of casual content, like we have been since ES's establishment.
It is important to please old fans, but it is equally important to cultivate new ones. Sakuma-senpai is trying to make the most of both audiences, without pushing aside either.
I suppose this is how he plans for us to recover from our recent decline.
Koga: We were teeterin' on the edge between the dark side and the light side, so we're just gonna go ahead and actually split into two, huh.
Normally, if ya tried to pull that kinda thing off, the colors'll just get all muddy n' go to waste, but now we've got handy-dandy robots to serve as our proxies.
Like Copy Robots³. Hmph.
Adonis: Copy Robots?
I don't understand that analogy, but I think HELLSING proved its usefulness in today's live.
Koga: Guess that's true. But I had no idea how the hell to react when Hasumi-senpa— that shitty four-eyes suddenly came crashin' in.
And just as expected, there's no way he can understand us right now.
Adonis: I don't think he meant it as an attack. Hasumi-senpai was just worried about us.
Koga: Tch, he's always been like that. He's the meddlesome type a' guy who wouldn't be able to leave an abandoned dog on the side a' the road.
Adonis: I don't think anyone would be able to.
Koga: But, well, for better or worse, that shitty four-eyes is only human. There's no way he'd guess somethin' as insane as the fact a bunch a' human-like robots are workin' for us behind the scenes.
Until the existence of "artificial idols" becomes widely known, nobody — not even that shitty four-eyes — will be able to figure us out.
Adonis: Yes. If we reveal the truth to him right now, it might seem like we're talking nonsense, and damage our credibility.
That's why we've kept it secret for the moment.
Koga: Yeah. It'd probably be best to tell 'im the truth as soon as possible.
That ain't our problem right now, though. First, we've gotta deal with HELLSING.
We don't know shit about those AIs of ours, so lettin' 'em do whatever they want is way too risky. Cause a' that, you n' I are in charge a' keepin' an eye on 'em.
Adonis: Yes. That is why we, alongside the fake Sakuma-senpai and Hakaze-senpai, are engaging in "radical and immoral" activities as HELLSING.
Meanwhile, the real Sakuma-senpai and Hakaze-senpai are performing in a variety show with the fake Oogami and I as UNDEAD.
Koga: Seems like they've got a pretty good reputation, so there's no need to worry about our fakes reflectin' poorly on us.
They appeared on a live broadcast without issue, n' handled bein' in a variety show skillfully.
Adonis: That's right. It's still uncertain whether this decision will turn out to be for better or worse, but—
At the moment, things are going almost terrifyingly well for us.
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A Death Note reference. My urge to write "all according to keikaku" and have the TL note simply read "keikaku means plan" was strong, as this is, in fact, that exact line of dialogue.
A quote from Records of the Grand Historian, also known as the Shiji. Specifically, this is a quote from the biography of Warring States-era strategist Su Qin. It should be noted that some historians believe the biographies on Su Qin in the Shiji to be forgeries, and so the use of this specific quote may have been a deliberate choice to keep in line with the real vs fake theme.
A reference to Doraemon. As a side note, Rei also jokingly compares himself to Doraemon, the titular wish-granting robot cat, in Crossroads.
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Alright apparently someone had to tell me “if you want to talk about witchcraft on your witchcraft sideblog, do it!” So guess what? I’m gonna do it.
So I was inspired by this post from @breelandwalker, but I’ve always wanted to make my own runes/symbol system for casting since I learned how to use Norse runes. I already had a symbol system, actually, because of course I did (it’s been incredible useful for making sigils).
So here they are!
They’re organized by element in rows, because if you know anything about my practice you know its gotta involve the elements. At the top is fire, then earth, water, and wind at the bottom. I made an effort to balance out the symbols with positive, negative and neutral/complex meanings, so that each element had both good and bad omens, though I think wind and fire are slightly more positive and water slightly more negative.
So, the meanings! (Left to right, top to bottom)
Fire (symbol of the whole element): the core, the spark, the energy source, the physical/mundane realm, encompasses the whole of the element (much like an ace in tarot.)
The Quilt: generosity, protection, warmth and rest, home, a safety net/supportive community
The Candle: ritual/routine, an observance/vigil, duty, hope/faith, diligence, memory
The Key: power, privilege, authority, safety, opportunity, secrets, ideas/knowledge, choices
The Cake: gathering, love, an achievement, celebration, reward, intimacy
The Bag: responsibilities, stress, overwhelm, burnout, emotional baggage
The Brick: Institutions, foundations, building; but also, destruction, disruption, conflict.
Earth (symbol of the whole element): the social sphere, kindness, connection, wonder, gratitude, passion, other people, the whole of the element basically.
The Sprout: Spring, youth, vulnerability, innocence, empathy, growth, new life
The Firefly: Summer, vitality, color, passion, expression, community, wonder, fertility
The Acorn: Autumn, luck, knowledge, an opportunity to invest/prepare, harvest
The Branch: Winter, barrenness, regret, loss, peace, forgiveness, death
The Felled Tree: think the tower card in tarot. Chaos, misfortune, expulsion from comfort zone/a sanctuary, disaster
The Woods: distance from civilization, adventure, getting lost, nature, wonder and strangeness, possible danger
Water (the whole element): the spiritual, intuition, mental health, relationship to the self, fluidity, patience, mindfulness
The Well: creation, wishes, renewal, healing, a source of life, creativity, inner life/world
The Umbrella: an mental shield, a listening ear, peace amidst emotional turmoil, disconnection from emotions, mindfulness, avoidance
The Mirror: Reflection, judgement, redirected energy/projection, meditation, self-image
The Eraser: start over, frustration, cleansing, practice, low-stakes, mistakes
The Mug: “not for you”, toxicity/addiction, hostile environment, broken dreams, perfectionism
The Hourglass: time, cycles, mortality, “start now” “time is limited”
Wind (the whole concept): imagination, change, progress, wishes, magic, the mind, immaterial things, concepts, the “beyond” or the external/opposite of the core
The Patch: independence, grit, resilience, self-expression, controversy, weirdness/counter-culture
The Dice: luck, fortune, risk, laughter, games, levity, arrogance, superstition
The Book: intellect, knowledge, challenge, lessons, passive methods of learning, seeking
The Lightning Bolt: sudden change, clarity, direction, energy, motivation, an exclamation point
The Mosquito: annoyance, life-draining, conflict, grudges, “scratching makes it worse”
The Feather: comedy, convenience, avoiding consequences, freedom, escape, a favor owed
They are SO FUN, I highly recommend making runes like these. Having picked personal symbols, there was nothing to memorize (I made this whole post without looking at my reference) and after a few readings, they seem really accurate and easy to understand!
#cheshi muses#lithomancy#witchcraft#witchblr#divination#I have no idea why anyone would want to read these but here you gooooo
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ghost anon here - thank you again for the reassurance, i appreciate it. writing in again because i've got a crow tengu friend who's moving to an entirely new place and theyve been crazy stressed out about it - maybe a fellow reporter could weigh in about changing surroundings?
"Ayayaya, a new place hm? That's always a tricky thing, whether you planned it or not- at least with me, I know I've had a few times where I've gotten my cove torched and had to…rebrand as it were, aha~"
"I guess it comes down to how you feel about old and new stuff. Some need to cling to the time you have, some feel like it's some…doomsday clock- some throw themselves into the new, or some feel like it's invasive. It's hard to determine whether you're ready or what works. Whatever it is, I want you to know that whatever you feel- even if it's a contradictory whirlwind, is okay."
"Depending on how convenient it is- I think what would be helpful is to find homes away from your house. Whether that's near your future place, or near a workspace or somewhere else you frequent- try finding places that make you feel cozy and comfortable. Bonus points if they have flexible hours or they're public services that you don't have to spend money with."
"You have a nice tea place nearby? Try that item you always think about but never get- even if it's not that great, opening yourself up to change on your own terms can be helpful. Get comfortable, and ease yourself into experimentation and investigation! "
"I sometimes think back to an old case I had with the doll on Nameless Hill. Where I offered her a soapbox about her whole 'doll liberation' thing. The results were as varied as they were catastrophic. Humans were devastated and tried to get their old dolls back, even if they got poisoned, some kids felt scared to let things go because they didn’t want to hurt them or get hurt if they became tsukumogami, some relived nice times, some painful scars… I got into a bunch of trouble up top for it. And Miss Melancholy wasn't happy because both doll and human felt chained to each other…
But oddly enough, the one that fixed the issue was the Misfortune Goddess. She wanted to try 'update' the old Nagashi festival, since the yamawaro were getting frustrated that dolls kept stockpiling- which, yeah- if I was a doll I'd be sad about if I got chucked in a river. So…Hina suggested 'recycling' that misfortune into fortune, transferring the memories and care you felt to another child- who would make something special with that doll, to so on and so forth. Thanking it for the time and company that it occupied, allowing a civil dismissal, and not feeling all gloomy and weighty.
…Miss Melancholy hated it at first. She thought it was just 'shoving the problem onto someone else- and why am I seen as a problem anyway-' but…seeing a girl get an older doll from an elder, seeing the two of them stitch new clothes for her and repaint her faded eyes…I never knew dolls could cry but…yeah. And writing that article with Kagiyama's assistance…yes, it truly was one of my prouder moments as a journalist. …It really was, and I yearn for another masterpiece like that…ah-"
"I'm getting off track here, but I mean that everyone has their own thoughts, feelings and journey about change- and it's going to take some time, even if you know the 'perfect' way to handle it. Be patient with yourself, that's the one thing you'll always be travelling with- ahaha~ But being able to find little gaps of happiness, a fantastical scoop anywhere you go- even if it's a lone autumn leaf on the road- you'll find many more homes to report to!"
#aya touhou#aya shameimaru#moving#touhoutivations#mod yuyu#ask#//thank you so much for sending another ask and being so patient with me!#//i see there's another tengu ask in the askbox so I'll save hatate for the next one :3c#touhou positivity#//i'm going through a move myself so I wanted to try my best with this one ahaha
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Tell me about an oc that is on your mind! Who are they, what do they do, what's their deepest secret?
Thank you!! So much for the ask!! I was so happy when I saw this in my inbox :D
So there’s this OC that’s pretty much constantly living in the back of my head. He’s one of my favorite blorbos you know lol :D and his name is Zack! Just Zack, no surnames or anything.
Before I get into the rant: content warnings for attempted suicide, a lot of torture, serial murder, general bad times with very little comfort, cannibalism, and there might be more that I’m missing.
I do not have a decent visual ref of Zack yet so!! Here’s a brief description: he’s Chinese-American, has pale skin, silver upturned eyes, black hair that’s a little wavy, and he’s pretty much average height. He has a penchant for men’s suits straight from the cities of 1920′s America, with hat and all. Zack also wears a lot of silvery, snake themed accessories.
And he does have a pet snake too! It’s of a fantasy species, because I wanna have the snake be wrapped around some part of Zack’s body at (mostly) all times and I’m pretty sure you can’t do that with like. Real snakes. The snake’s name is Jörmungandr :D she’s an albino snake and also very long. And very cute ofc <2
Anyways! Zack is an AU of. My OC Zach. Yeah. Sorry about that. I’m not changing it tho. Pretty much I just took Zach and I was like “okay but what if he was immortal and everything was worse?”
Zack has never really had a good life. He grew up in 1950s American style suburbia as a transgender kid, in a household with manipulative and distant parents. It really really sucked, as one might guess. He didn’t have any friends, and he coped by developing an ego. It wasn’t enough to sustain any sort of peace of mind, though. Zack was isolated and trapped in this town, in his body, and in his painfully monotonous life. And one day, he couldn’t take it anymore, so he tried to kill himself.
He probably should have died from his attempt, but he woke up afterwards, and he was completely fine. No injuries or scars or anything. Shortly after, he realized that it was because he was some sort of immortal.
And yeah! It pretty much works by like, if he dies, he will come back to life after an hour! His body will also reset to the state it was in an hour before his death. He also doesn’t age.
After Zack realized he was immortal, he decided to skip town. No point living in a place that made him want to die.
Zack probably could have had a decent life at this point. Found some friends and people who cared about and respected him, and pursued his own passions. But the thing about Zack is that any sort of intimacy is completely off the table for him. He is terrified of it, because he doesn’t know it, and also because it leaves him too vulnerable. In his childhood, he learned that if you got close to someone, or trusted them, then they would use it against you or break it the moment it was convenient to them. So he actively avoids making any friends, or getting even a little bit close to literally anybody.
He has this manner of speaking where he often minimizes really serious things, but he also has a penchant of being really melodramatic over tiny misfortunes like getting a paper cut (it’s over-exaggerated for the humor lol).
Zack is also a really callous person. He doesn’t really see other people as like, people. Mostly because he believes that’s he’s above them, as an immortal. He’s going to live forever, and that is infinitely longer than any human lifespan. It doesn’t matter what he does to a person, because they’ll be dead in a century at most! No one will care, eventually.
And he also has a complex about being remembered. He doesn’t want to be a guy in the background forever! He deserves something better. He wants people to remember him more than anything. But he won’t make any lasting relationships with people, he’s too callous to try doing good for the world, and he has no desire or passion for the sciences or the arts.
So all these traits converge to lead Zack to find his preferred method of making his mark on the world: serial killing.
The way he sees it, people have such a fascination with serial killers, especially ones that killed their victims brutally, that if he captures someone’s fascination enough, he’ll always be remembered. And he can repeat that for as long as he lives.
And the worst thing was that he was right about it, in a way. A lot of people have discussed and speculated over his murders. In detective offices, in podcasts and blog articles, in daily conversation.
And Zack has done some honestly horrible things to people. He convinces himself that it’s okay, though, because they die at the end. They don’t have to live with the pain for the rest of their lives.
(Although, sometimes he leaves people alive at the end and lets them go. Just in the hopes that they’ll remember this and him. For the rest of their lives.)
All the serial killing has absolutely gotten him in some hot water before, though. He’s let himself die numerous times to escape the authorities or a prison. Sometimes he chooses his victims wrong, and then he ends up with vengeful person after him, because he killed someone close to them.
He ended up tortured because of that, once. Zack murdered a woman’s only friends, and she hunted him down. She was just going to kill him, but then she realized he wouldn’t stay dead. So she decided to make him suffer :)
No one came to help him, afterwards. He had to patch himself up.
And sometimes, the person he’s trying to kill is a lot more dangerous than he realizes. Case in point: once, he chose a victim at random, and broke into the victim’s house. That victim ended up killing him, and he woke up in the guy’s basement.
He targeted a cannibalistic serial killer without knowing it. Yeah. Anyways, the cannibal cut off Zack’s left arm, cooked it, and forced him to eat part of it, just because he wanted to.
Zack eventually died from the blood loss, but not quickly enough. He woke up with his arm still gone, since it was cut off over an hour before his death.
Eventually he did escape, though, and he got a prosthetic. I’d actually say that the origin of his prosthetic is one of his deeper secrets. Whenever someone asks, he just makes up a new story. He will never tell anyone the real story.
Another one of his deep secrets is definitely. All the serial killing he’s done. He’s not very inclined to tell anyone, since he doesn’t want to rot in a jail for the rest of eternity, and also, part of what makes his serial murders so memorable to people is that they don’t know who committed it. He won’t ruin that for himself!
Deepest secret though? That he needs a friend. Or just someone close to him. He honestly needs people. But the thing is, he doesn’t want people. They’ve hurt him too greatly. He doesn’t deserve it. So he very much denies his need for intimacy. This is a secret so deep that it’s secret even to Zack himself.
Zack is one of my favorite characters, and honestly it’s just because he’s so miserable all the time, but honestly a lot of it is his own doing but he won’t change anything he’s doing because he’s too scared of the alternatives :D
#whump#whump ocs#oc zack#the setting is a bit all over the place#it takes place in like. a version of the real world with fantasy elements mixed in#but yeah he's a guy. living in my head. doesn't have to be totally consistent tbh#btw the cannibal was my OC Isaac lol#this is definitely very long! I hope I explained the stuff well#I tend to focus on backstory stuff but I tried to also explain a lot of his personality too#it was a little hard trying to explain everything while also trying to get it to flow well#I. don't feel like editing this tho. hope its readable <2#there is so much else I should have added but I do not have the energy to continue#alsooo if anyone else sees this I love asks about my OCs forever please send me some I'll send some asks back#my ocs <2
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King's affection - Tried and failed to watch
I've been watching extraordinary woo, and loving it. Then i saw a comment about the actress being in this show called King's affection that is on netflix and decides "yeah let's give it a try then"
Well it was a ride...
Crown-princess gives birt to twins. But twin = bad omens, so grampa decides "no twin in my family èé" and off the girl. Except crown emperess' friend saves the baby girl and takes her away. She grows up, then ends up as servant at the palace where she meets her twin brother who goes "oh you look like me =D So cool, here takes my clothes i take yours, i will go take a walk while you study okay? bye" but of course he is not the only one noticing the prince has a servant look alike, and gramp goes "wait the dead twin girl was it really dead??" and decides it's not too late to finish the work. Except by accident he kills prince while he is impersonating the servant girl...
Oopsie daisy !
Ahahah mistake happens. I mean there had been some "meh" moment like the most DEEPEST POND in the history of POND but aside from that... i was like "wow interesting twist, count me in"
It went down hill after this. Like really down hill and fast. Like you could have kicked a character from a top of a cliff the show would have still hit the ground before the character did.
Here is the list of everything that set me off because i need to rant :
One would think "okay grampa has been torn in my side for 10 years and attempted to kill my baby twice (succeeded once) maybe it's time i rebel and fight and he CONVENIENTLY killed a servant without reason in plan sight in town, injured one civilian, and his men even used one civilian as a shield. It won't have him punished severly but it would definitely out him a little. But no. They don't. I am like "okay maybe because if they do, they will have to show the prince being dead, and that will have lot of people (them included) killed with grampa.
2) But then mama decides "we will have my twin girl impersonate her brother from now on" and i was like "ok it can WORKS for a time but when puberty hits??? when she will have to marry a GIRL as a prince ??? can you think a little bit ahead??? (will the show tackle this and turns this into gl? i doubt it now, but i was not at that point yet when i watched this and was like "bit naive but promising still")
Then the prince's body. It's never said what they do with it, we see the corpse twice, one when his mother understand it's her boy and cries, and two when grampa comes to check the servant girl is dead (but you know without undressing the corpse to make sure. VERY CONVENIENT) But it is never said if they will bury him? Give him a tiny sepulture and some sendings ??? WORSE, they decide to not out grampa for killing a servant and people say "servant girl disappeared in town" so no official burying for twin boy. IS MOTHER OKAY WITH THAT??? I AM NOT OKAY GIVE THAT BOY A TOMB.
3) Later, twin girl is living with her family and her brother's friends, pretending to be him. And it's already hard, but it's even harder because 1) no memory 2) grieving 3)traumatize having to say thanks to grampa knowing he tried to murder her only to murder brother =D (aaaah therapy) I am not that annoyed because she is traumatized and young, but i would have loved her making passing agressive remarks to get revenge like grampa : i'm so proud to see you well and pray that you have a long life heroine : oh yes i know grampa, it's thanks to you i am alive and well :) *plotting murder*
She doesn't. At that point i was already resigning myself and half guessing it's this kind of story where the heroine is all nice and endure and get saved in the end but is loved because she remains pure. *sighs*
4) Remember when i said they said servant girl disappeared and did not say she died? Well former friend of heroine is worried and tries to find her. She has the misfortune to ask the wong man. Gramp's man if he has seen her. Gramp's man is now facing this choice :
A. I didn't see her.
B. I saw her, she told me she wanted to change life and never come back.
What did he choose? ANSWER C. let murder this witness who knows nothing just to be sure.
Except gramp's man is not a really good murderer (point to the prince assassination that ended in a death, but also civilians witnesses + not retrieving and checking the body) and he manages to get followed not by one...but TWO kids. His son (oopie daisy) and the twin girl (OOPSIE DAISY x2)
This result in two things. Scenarists thinking "we don't need to see what the son thinks of this obviously CUT" and next scene is twin girl hiding and crying (relatable) so all the palace is lookig for their missing prince.
4) We then have the eunuq that serves the prince and was his friend. While the search he stops and cries. And i am like "WOW is he finally processing his friend is dead? Is he crying for prince ???"
No of course not. How naive of me. We have to make the heroine the center of everything and put emphasis on her struggle too, diminishing all others' struggle. So eunuq boy is crying because you know...it's so sad for twin girl (and it is, we've been there we saw it) and it must be so hard and he gets why she ran away because in her shoes he would have not managed a single day.
*sighs* I mean fine, okay it's hard for twin girl, i get it, but i would have loved to see development for someone else. But eunuq boy is just eunuq, and he is fat so his role is probably just here for comic relief and putting emphasis on heroine's bravery. (and if you want my opinion on it, that's sad too). You can show your heroine is a badass without sacrificing other character's development.
Anyways back to
5) You know when i said time to get revenge on grampa? He murdered a servant use that? But the show didn't because it would have outed the heroine and the plan and get everyone killed...? Well this servant here has nothing to do with it. You can definitely OUT THEM for it and the best? They couldn't have given any explanation without OUTING the fact they hid a secret twin girl they had to remove. THERE I 0 risk for the heros to OUT GRAMPA'S MAN for this Murder 0. NOTHING. Okay he is noble and rich and he would have not get punished much but he would have been HUMILIATED and would have gotten the message and at least a bit scolded.
HEROINE could have used her NEW FOUND POWER/influence as prince and said "hey that's my servant you killed there, i liked her =T"
But they don't.
6) Heroine is then sobbing but coming back, and she has a face to face with her mother with a beautiful emotional scene...And she is like "I can't forgive them" and then the crown princess is "Then don't!!"
And i'm like "OH? OH??? ARE WE WATCHING REVENGE STORY? IS SHE GOING TO GO BATSHIT? RevENGE Time BAby?!"
Crown princess : don't forgive them but live and endure èé
me : ....*deflates*
Crown princess : I WILL take care of it èé i will protect you at all cost èé
me : OOooohhh REVENGE MAMA TIME *gets the tiny flags* GO MAMA GO ! SHOW YOU MIGHT BE LESS POWERFUL AS A WOMAN BUT YOU CAN BE A BIG NUISANCE IN HIS LIFE. SHOW THEM.
And after this beautiful, emotional scene where women swear they're going to FIGHT and LIVE...
Scenarist : CUT next scene. mama dies of unknown disease =D
I mean i KNOW parents in fiction have a death tag but PLEASE this cut was rbutal and there's NO EXPLANATION. Like FEMALE EMPOWERMENT TIME BABEEEEYYY... *next scene* aaaand she's dead ! Wow that was short.
At this point of the story i was just so DONE. But then ellipse happened, and the actress i wanted to see appears so i was like "okay maybe she'll save the show"
Naive i know one good actresss can't save a shitty plot.
Anyways, first scene with Heroine, after 10 years timeskip...
1)Eunuq boy runs and brings silk clothes. I am like intrigued. Is this a show where they will tackle the fact that heroine has a little problem once a month and it's hard to hide ??? Teh answer is no, it's to wrap her chest. *sigh 1*
Okay no matter...next scene we have a hunting party. Of course heroine is heroine so she has to be the best and beat all her cousins / other boy at it. *sighs 2* And of course it implies some beaten men will be jealous and childish about it.
Are we going to ignore the fact that this man (uncle) is so jealous he is pointing his weapon at the crown prince?
scenarist : just ignores it like the guards and all the cousins. It's not that big of a crime at this period.
Anyways heroine shows some promise being sassy and defending herself. But man is so jealous and sneaky he follows her, and decides "yeah you know it worked the first time pinting my weapon at her, i'm sure i can shoot this arrow without getting any troubles" and he shoots the arrow and the topknot of the heroine goes SPLASH and her hair goes l'oréal
and in a time where you know...All guys have long hair, and very important hair routine...the man's reaction could have been :
A. ahahaha i've got your topknot i'm great at archery UU
B. Wow prince, you really have this l'oreal effect mastered!
C. I'm suddenly having a very gay awakening moment.
instead he goes D. wow the prince i know since he has ben a boy suddenly looks like a girl with his long hair down.
I'm already at the end of my rope there.
But the final straw had been this...
Heroine is now topknotless, hair down and oh gods there's noise...What if it's assassin? or if it's guard she could talk to and tell "hey people are shooting arrow at my topknot!!" so she decides cleverly (arguable) to run !!
scenarist : CUT. Next scene. The bat scene.
me : WhAt
Yeah, after this traumatizing moment in the forest and when the only thing that is amiss is her topknot, that she could just redoe with one of her hair for FUCK SAKE heroine decides it's now time for a BATH.
In the river. IN THE OPEN. And she gets everything OUT so the secret is REALLY IN THE OPEN.
After 10 years hiding IT.
ARE YOU SO FUCKING STUPID???
That's when i really had enough. And closed the tab. I'm sorry for all those who liked this show but i tried and i failed.
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Lemon Squares in All Dimensions, NaNoWriMo Excerpt #25
Celia glanced over her shoulder nervously as a strident woman began berating her crying young daughter for leaving her sweater on the train, her voice increasing in volume as the rattling and whistling of the train receded into the distance. Nearby, a bald, scrawny, patchy-bearded old man lay slumped against an overflowing trash can, into which a fat, distracted-looking man dumped the remains of a convenience store slushie before rushing over to the wall to his left to review the station schedule. The slushie sloshed over the edges of the trash can and splattered, thickly red, onto the old man’s nose, but he simply closed his eyes and let the cold slip over him.
Although Celia had lived in the outer ring for a few years, she suspected she still had a long way to go before she became immune to the naked poverty and downtrodden acceptance of misery that characterized the place. It was disheartening, to be sure, but she had nowhere else to go. The only people who lived in the middle ring were business owners who lived in apartments above their shops, and the inner ring was out of the question.
Celia glanced back at the old man, whose eyes were still closed, and began to walk back toward him, reaching into her purse.
Nakeem’s eyes widened. “What are you–”
“Excuse me, sir,” said Celia in a soft but controlled voice, kneeling beside the old man. She could all but feel the filth from the station floor seeping into her taupe slacks, but she smiled when the man met her eyes. His were blue, faded and watery; hers were deep brown, almost black but bright and glossy. She pulled a small packet of tissues out of her purse and held it out to him. “I thought you might like these. I have plenty extra.”
After a moment of hesitation, during which he eyed Celia skeptically, the man took the tissues. His knobby fingers, pale aside from hot spots of red inflammation around the joints, brushed hers, and he shivered.
Celia said apologetically, “I know I run cold.”
“It’s fine,” said the old man gruffly, tearing into the tissue pack. “My wife was just the same.” He met her eyes again briefly. “And, thanks.”
Celia accepted with a nod, then rose. She considered saying ‘goodbye’, or even ‘you’re welcome’, but she wasn’t sure if it would come across as excessive, inauthentic. If she had to guess, she would bet the old man’s vulnerability made him the target of much cloying kindness from people less eager to do a good deed than to prove their own goodness. Celia didn’t want to make this interaction about herself, but it occurred to her that she was through her very hesitance, and, she had to admit, she did feel proud about herself for doing something to help, no matter how small.
Pre-divorce, Celia would never have done something like that. She never would have been in an outer ring train station to begin with, and, if she improbably had, she simply would have stepped closer to her husband, seeking shelter under his arm from the misfortune of those around her, and he would have chuckled low in her ear, assured in his role as protector. Even in the months when she first moved to the outer ring, Celia would have shied away, not so much out of fear for her own safety– she never felt safe anymore; she doubted if she ever would again– but because the miseries of the world seemed so imposing and all-encompassing, it seemed futile to even try to defend anyone from them.
Celia still felt that way, deep down. It pained her to give the old man a packet of tissues, knowing the tissues would run out long before his urge– his need?– to slump against train station trash cans, his very indifference indicative of deep despondency, abated. Why was he here? Was he unemployed? Homeless? Disabled– by age, illness, a lifetime of hard labor? Was the wife that had once run cold dead or were they simply estranged? Why? Did he drink? Did she? Was he abusive, abused? Were there children in the home– a daughter, perhaps? Had this man lost his family, too? But Celia had eventually come to the conclusion that, if she was at her low point, she would, at the very least, appreciate a few good tissues to cry into, so she always kept a couple packs in her purse, just in case.
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I personally really want more content after Kylar kidnaps you, that whole scene is just chef’s kiss, so... I guess you could call these headcanons for other interactions?
cw: implied noncon, forcefeeding, just max jealousy kylar being max jealousy kylar. fucked up.
Your marriage ring hangs on a necklace, instead of around your finger. Since your hands are still bound behind your back, neither of you would be able to see the reminder of your bond. They would release you, but... Kylar is honestly a bit worried that the drugs scrambled your brain, because all you’re doing is trying to hurt them when given the chance! You love them, so, clearly you’re not acting the way you normally would. Who knows, when left on your own devices, maybe you’d even hurt yourself? Really, they’re doing this for your own good. (And, while they won’t tell you as such, the thought that you can’t go anywhere is more comforting than any promise you could make.)
Staying in the same position for so long is hard on your limbs, though. They’ll get you out of the chair at the end of the day, laying you down on an old matress they dragged into the basement, and get to ‘massaging’ your limbs around your bounds. It’s painful every time. Your arms and legs are stiff from disuse, swollen from bad blood circulation and Kylar doesn’t actually know what they’re doing. They read some tips online and bought some oil, sure. But that doesn’t change the fact all they’re doing is rubbing circles onto your skin, over and over and over again. Without fail, they get excited touching you this much. Panting, face flushed, fingers trembling, cooing your praises when their lips aren’t fluttering over your skin. Their tongue laps up the drool that slips past your gag. There’s no reason for them to hold back anymore, is there? You’re theirs, bound by marriage as their dearest spouse, and completely at their mercy. Their promise of fucking you every day will hold true.
They hate that they can’t stay with you always, but Kylar still has to go to school. If someone found them suspicious, there would be no one to take care of you. (And they still have their objective in mind, their goal of ruining everyone who has ever laid eyes upon you. Their hands itch for their knife.) Since boredom would drive you crazy otherwise, they put their laptop on a table in front of you, leaving you movies to watch in your favourite genre, or a playlist of youtubers you enjoy. Before leaving, they kiss you goodbye with an apology, telling you they’ll be back soon. Even if it’s for a few minutes, they’ll return to your side during lunch break to feed you.
Speaking of food, they make sure each and every meal they make is handmade, and stuffed full of love. They’ll feed you every bite themselves. Kylar had been sure you two would end up living together one day or another, so they had already started practicing to cook in advance! It paid off, as they can make decent meals without a fuss. But if you refuse to eat as some kind of protest, the way their heart aches is the least of their worries. Their heart starts to pound. If you stop eating, you’ll just get weaker, and weaker, and weaker, and then you’ll- They’ll start with pleading, tears threatening to spill. That by hurting yourself like this, you’re killing them too. That all they’ve ever wanted is for you to be safe, for you to be able to love each other in peace. Their words come out choked.
They’re forcing you to eat, if they have to. After cutting the food in tiny pieces that won’t get lodged in your throat, they’ll squeeze your nose shut. All the while, they’re mumbling apologies under their breath. Whether you want to or not, after a bit, you’ll open your mouth on pure instinct. Kylar takes this chance to shove in a bite, and then force your jaw shut until you swallow. It takes ages before your meal is finished, and their nails leave crescents on your cheeks as your food gets saltier and saltier. For your health however, they’ll do it.
They sneak into the basement every night to sleep with you in their arms, to nuzzle their face into your hair. The fact their bed is much more comfortable barely crosses their mind. It’d be weird for a married couple not to share a room together, right? They’ll tell you stories of their day, soft murmurings that might have lulled you to sleep if it weren’t for their contents.
Robin doesn’t leave for History class early anymore, instead wandering the halls asking everyone who’s around if they’ve seen any sign of you. A missing person poster hangs on their lemonade stand. Sydney mentions you in their prayers, wishing for your safety and coming to school late more often than ever. They perk up every time the library door opens, but it’s never the face they’re hoping to see. Hell, even Whitney took your name in their mouth once, commenting on how annoying it was for such a convenient slut to just dissapear. Someone else will now face the misfortune of making up for your lack of presence.
In any other scenario, Kylar wouldn’t want to sully your thoughts with reminders of them. Now, however, they can smile against your skin as they pass on their observations, revelling in the knowledge they aren’t being suspected and the distress of people you used to know. Because they know they’ll never see you again.
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underwhelming
summary: at least it was a positive outcome
“I have two bodies.”
...That was a conversation starter. One you didn't expect to get sprung on you on your late night snack run. Guess anything could happen these days.
At least, not on you expected from Daniel. The one from the convenience store, not your classmate. Your friend, either way. He had always been a bit eccentric, you guessed it was a quirk he picked up because of his living condition.
Understandable, sometimes people coped with the misfortune of their lives in manners other folks couldn't understand. Nothing you could do except accepting them for who and what they are.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” He looked taken aback by your halfhearted answer. Then, with a frown, he added. “Just like that?”
You nodded. Not much else to add. If you had to speculate, he probably had an online avatar that he projected onto. Nothing new. A lot of people did that.
“Yup,” you nodded again, “is that all?”
Daniel remained wholly unconvinced. “I don't think you understand, I have two bodies,” he frowned in contemplation, “I’m also Daniel Park at school.”
Confusing but understandable. Maybe they shared the same account. “Okay.” Could also be that they have some weird cohabiting business going on. You'd have no idea until he explained himself.
“...Do you really not have a problem with me being him and vice versa?” Daniel began to look so confused that you didn't really know how to react. “Does my appearance not mind you? I know you have something going on with the other me.”
It was true. You were on a date with the other Daniel once and he was acting extremely strange. It was about something down the line of things he will tell you one day. The clues began to click into places, you could see what he meant, even if you lacked the access to the whole picture.
“Nah,” you shrugged, “are you telling me I should have a problem?”
Seriously, the one more freaked out about this was Daniel. “Doesn’t any of this sound strange to you?” He looked exasperated. It was adorable, you guessed. You really wanted to pull his cheeks, but this was neither the time or place.
“Meh,” you paused, “how does it work anyway?”
“Well, you see, I, uh,” Daniel fumbled with his words, a bit out of place with how chill you were, “when I go to sleep, the other body is awake and the opposite also applies.”
That was... interesting, to say the least. You never saw both of them awake together, that should've given away the whole ordeal. Then again, it did sound a bit bizarre. Normal people wouldn't assume. Even with you calmly you were taking this, at least, you were not touched in the head. “You don't ever sleep then?”
“No, not really,” Daniel scratched the back of his neck nervously, “I used to... before I got this body, but now I don't have to sleep.”
Hearing the explanation from him gave you some insight to why he always worked night shifts. Had it not been for that, you'd not get the chance to meet Daniel. Not this version of him, anyway. “Ha, if I have to stay away all the time, I'd go insane,” you laughed to yourself.
“What?”
“Anyway, sound convenient,” you nodded to yourself, “this is the secret the other you was trying to hint at me then, thank you for trusting me with it.”
Even with your words, he only relaxed a little, unable to navigate the situation. You didn't know how he expected you to react, but from how nervous he was, you could assume he was waiting for the worst. Then again, you had been known to disappoint, he was unfortunate to be another victim of your failure to deliver. Alas.
“Yeah... Thank you for not freaking out,” Daniel said with added relief, “but are you really okay with this? I mean... Especially since...”
You already said it was fine, you couldn't see why he was hung on on the problem. “What?” You blinked and gave a moment for your brain to process. “Oh... that thing, well, free boyfriend, two in one package.”
“Boyfriend?”
It was your turn to be confused. “Are we not dating?”
“Y-Yeah, we are, but,” Daniel once again struggled to find the words, “do you not—”
“It’s you I like, isn't it?” You shrugged. “Didn’t I ask you out before the other you asked me out? I only moved on because I thought you weren't interested since you never replied.”
Realization dawned upon his face, then followed by embarrassment. “Oh, oh, that time. That was entirely my bad,” his laughter was self-deprecating, but his smile was soft, and eventually, relieved, “then I guess this worked out either way.”
“Yeah...” You stopped to ponder. “As long as you aren't using this two bodies thing to get two girlfriends, then I don't have any problems. But then again... I'd have two boyfriends and we have to keep this a secret so I'd need to pay attention when I talked about you. Also, should we establish that you're going out with me as you or the other you? We can't publicly act like a couple with both bodies either because people will ask questions and then—”
Ah, this turned out to be more of a headache than you thought.
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good years (1)
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summary: you arrive at hobi’s birthday party, along with some of your other friends.
pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc
warnings: alcohol, cursing, excessive use of pet names...bc its me
Being late to events, especially events in honor of your friends, was your least favorite thing. Punctuality was one of your top three favorite things about yourself, and yet here you were- nearly sprinting through the streets in heels because you were an idiot and had gotten the name of the bar wrong.
Instead of the Silver Spoon, you’d ended up at the Silver Tongue. That’s what happens when you don’t check your text messages for confirmation and operate on autopilot. So now, you were about an hour and a half late (as if the absence of the birthday boy and his merry band of friends at the Silver Spoon didn’t tell you enough).
Oh well.
By the time you arrive about twelve blocks away to the Silver Spoon, you quickly make sure that not a hair is out of place before walking into the bar to try to blend in, as if you’d been there the whole time.
“Hobi!” You chirp, finding your friend in the middle of all of the chaos, “Happy birthday, Hobi-”
Hobi turns to greet you, a big (drunk) smile plastered across his face. “You’re late! Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
“Well, I-uh, this is gonna sound dumb, but-”
You’re interrupted by a few of the guys walking into the bar, causing a ruckus and nearly screeching Hobi’s name. At least you’re not the only one who’s late. And you quickly see Sora in your line of sight, entering in behind the guys.
Sora, your best friend of several years since college. She’s been with you since the beginning, taking you under her wing when you were both young and in college. She had brought you out of your shell a bit, inviting you to parties and inviting you to have dinner with her in the dining hall. The slow convenience of college had blossomed into something real, something that could stand the test of time- also known as the test of post-graduate life.
Her friendship was an adventure to say the least.
“Hey,” You beam at her with drinks for both of you in your hands, “Fancy seeing you here-”
“Hey,” She grins, pulling you in for a hug, “Work was so shitty, like, I had to stay late today. Of all days! I can’t wait to have a fuckin’ drink.”
“Yeah, here’s something funny-” But your words are cut off yet again, by the arrival of more friends. It looks like Sora had invited some of her own friends, friends that you weren’t quite sure liked you very much.
But you don’t dwell on that, instead sipping on your drink and settling on people watching. Settings like this unnerve you- being in a place where you’re not quite friendly with everyone in attendance makes you feel self-conscious. It’s easier to just stay in the background, blend into the walls, so as to not upset yourself-
“Hey, you,” Comes a familiar voice to your right. It’s Yoongi, one of your fellow people watcher enthusiasts. He stands next to you, shoulder brushing against yours.
“Hey, you,” You repeat, flashing him a smile and a playful shove to his shoulder, “How have you been? It’s been a while, Yoongi.”
“You’re the one who’s been hiding,” Yoongi teases, “All cooped up at home.”
“So have you! In your studio,” You protest, poking his shoulder.
“I guess I can’t argue there.”
“No, you really can’t,” You say, “So tell me then, what’s new? What’s coming out of the studio these days?”
You enjoy hearing him speak, the way his passion for his craft pouring through his words. He invites you (again) to stop by the studio if you ever want to. You promise to stop by soon, with his favorite snacks. You usually try to stop by his studio at least once a month to catch up with him. He’s also one of your oldest friends, along with Hobi.
“Hey,” Comes another voice to your left this time. It’s a voice you definitely recognize, a voice that makes you tense up immediately.
Jeon Jungkook has always had a way of making you stammer over your words, ever since Yoongi and Hobi had introduced you to him years ago. He’s tall, nearly always dressed in all black, tattoos and piercings coloring his frame, and something sweet and sinful swirls in his dark eyes.
You don’t know if it’s a look that is reserved for you or if he looks at everyone like this, but honestly, your brain short circuits every time he glances your way.
“H-hi,” You mumble, taking a sip of your drink to ease your jumpy nerves. Jungkook only grins at you, his bunny smile a stark contrast to the rest of his aura.
“Been a while, huh?” Jungkook says, voice smooth and sweet like molasses.
“Y-yeah, been busy,” You mutter. You watch in mild panic as Yoongi walks away, being called away by Namjoon and Taehyung.
“Missed you, baby,” Jungkook winks at you. Somehow, he always gravitates to you at these types of events. Not that you’ll particularly complain- his attention makes you feel warm, even if it’s all for jokes and fun.
As Sora repeatedly has told you.
According to her, he’s the worst- a player, a fuckboy (when he was apparently too old to be one, her words not yours) and this is how he treats any pretty girl. So you don’t take it too seriously, only indulging him a bit and keeping him out of your periphery.
But you won’t deny that his recent use of the pet name might make you swoon a little bit.
“Oh, stop,” You wave him off with heat rising in your cheeks. And he knows it, too, from the self-assured smirk he throws you.
“How’s work been? They got you crunching numbers and all that?” Jungkook asks, ordering himself a beer and a drink for you.
“That’s literally my job, but right now, we just got access to a new database so I’m excited to see what kinds of visualizations and insights we can bring forward. We’re moving forward to proactive analysis, but you know, we’re still a ways away from that, we still react to problems so reactively. Like we’re just putting out fires all the time, it’s kinda tiring but I’m excited-” You cut yourself off at your rambling, sheepishly laughing, “Oh, you should’ve stopped me. I know it’s boring.”
“It’s not boring, not if it’s important to you,” Jungkook shrugs, “Besides, I like hearing you talk.”
“Really? You really wanna hear about the latest and greatest happening in the data world?”
“I wanna hear about anything you have to say, baby,” Jungkook says easily. You squeeze your drink in your hand tightly to ground yourself.
This is why he intimidates you- his affections have only increased in the last few months. It’s like he’s playing a game with you, trying to see how long it takes for you to crack. You don’t know how sincere he is when he turns the charm on- is this how he talks to everyone, or is it just you?
You like to think it’s just you (because you at least dare to call him a friend of yours), but he could get anyone he sets his eyes on. Rather than spiralling down that train of thought, you bask in his flirtations, his gentle affections hidden under his very many layers of black.
Before you can reply to ask him about the tattoo parlor and about his newly purchased motorcycle, Sora interrupts you both. You’re oblivious to the deadly glare that Jungkook shoots her, and the glare that she shoots right back at him.
She whisks you away, an arm tight around your shoulders. You turn your head and look back at Jungkook apologetically.
This is how it always is, especially for the last few months. As soon as Sora sees Jungkook and you speaking, she’ll immediately do anything to intervene. It’s fucking annoying and Jungkook is beginning to dislike Sora more and more each time he has the misfortune of coming in contact with her. He doesn’t really care about whatever personal vendetta your best friend has for him.
He’s always thought Sora was a conniving woman, full of manipulation and tricks up her sleeve. Ever since Yoongi and Hobi had introduced you to their friend group (and you had brought Sora along as well). His instincts are hardly ever wrong, but he hates to see you spiral with her.
But he’s powerless to stop you from walking away from him. Yet again.
tags: @kookdbean
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Being hella old (jk, I'm sorry, don't smite me, my liege) I'm guessing you don't give two farts about certain cliches or what people are approving of less and less in media? One well-known example is using a dead woman to further a male character's story arc. But one that I've become curious about in the past few years is the 'bury your gays' one. Where a gay couple or just a gay character in general can't live til the end in a story
2/2 And there's dozens of examples of this stuff in tv and movies. Another cliche is that a baddie will never live passed the end of the story to actually redeem themselves for their crimes. Instead they just die as a sacrifice or to buy the heroes more time. Although I accept that notion that just because someone is gay or a villain doesn't give them magical plot armor (or not armor when it's convenient). Nor should it. Just curious on your thoughts about it.
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What are my thoughts on story tropes and cliches? I think if they stand out in a work, then that work is probably not very good. However if they don't stand out or irritate you even though they're undeniably in there, then they've been incorporated well and justify their inclusion.
Lemme fill you in on something that a lot of people don't seem to understand when audiences complain about cliches: you can do whatever you want with any character you like, as long as you have earned the reader's trust by showing you understand that people other than straight dudes are whole human beings. This means not objectifying characters by defining them as only what happens to them, or by depicting their misfortunes in a way that reveals it's happening to them mostly because you find it sexually gratifying, or narratively easy.
Don't treat people or characters like things, basically.
Once you get a reader to understand you are writing honest depictions of full human beings, they're probably on board for damn near anything you want to throw out there. People want honesty, is all. They don't want to feel like the writer is belittling them, or patronizing them, or exploiting them.
And yeah, I'm old, but that's not why I don't worry too much about how my writing is received. I don't worry mostly for the reasons above! I feel like I have a readership who trusts me to take the story where it needs to go. Anyone can do the same work and get the same result.
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Can you do a scenario with Murasakibara, Hanamiya, Imayoshi and Kagami where their S/O really wants a lot of attention like cuddles etc? Do you mind making it fluffy as hell? I just finished finals and I’m so drained mentally. Good luck with your finals I hope you do well luv! 💗
My rules are 3 characters max for requests (GoM requests are the exceptions), but it’s been a looong time, so I’ll do them all as a treat! I RLLY HOPE YOURE DOING OKAY, FINALS SUCK SO MUCH :(( I think i did my finals alright heh // these are more formatted as fluffy (within their character LOL) reactions more than anything, enjoy! IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG PLS FORGIVE ME ANON
Murasakibara Atsushi
“Hnn?” He looked away from his plate on the table in the living room to see you fidgeting with the hem of your shirt after asking to cuddle. Your shirt had been slightly stained from all the messy cooking you both did together earlier for lunch in his home. “Okay.”
Murasakibara immediately goes back to eating his shrimp tempuras, delicately picking each one to pop into his mouth despite his large hands. He didn’t need to look at you to see how flustered you were in hearing such a casual response from him. Normally, he would be hesitant to agree, he knew that, but sensing how you were too antsy in wanting physical touches from him, he didn’t mind to indulge you. Besides, who’s to say that this isn’t also a treat for him, as well? Not like he would admit that so readily though.
“What are you standing for, (y/n)-chin?” he slightly frowns with an averted gaze before opting to stare at his food on the table instead. “Hurry up already…” At his words, you skipped to sit on the floor next to him with a happy flush, sitting close to him and watching him finish his meal before you can pounce on him. Murasakibara eyes you swaying side to side with anticipation, and he immediately sighs with closed eyes before he gently puts down his chopsticks. Your questioning gaze immediately morphs into one of surprise when he swiftly picks you up and places you on his lap, with your back against his chest and his chin on top of your head.
“Hm? Why do you look surprised? Didn’t you wanna cuddle?” he drawls, moving his chin off your head and tilting your head back by nudging your chin upward to gently kiss your forehead. The languid giant then picks up his utensils again to pick up the last shrimp on the plate to place it against your lips. “Hurry already, food doesn’t taste good when it gets cold, (y/n)-chin…”
As you were chewing, he put the chopsticks on the cleared plate and pushed it away towards the center of the table, all while nuzzling his own face closer to your hair and temple.
You also didn’t miss the way his spare arm was slowly sneaking around your stomach to pull you tauter against his own warm body.
“Hm…” he hums with a deep rumble from his chest. “You feel nice… Oy, stop moving around, (y/n)-chin… what are you doing?” He curiously stares at your fingers carding through his moppy hair, wondering why you’re so drawn to it. When you tell him that you simply want to appreciate every part of him, he merely smiles like a satisfied child before he takes that same hand running through his hair to place a chaste kiss in the palm.
“Hm?” He slyly smirks at your flustered expression. “I want to appreciate every part of (y/n)-chin too, obviously.”
Hanamiya Makoto
Most would be very afraid to be in the near vicinity of Hanamiya Makoto. You’re one of the very few who would approach him so unabashedly, let alone be direct about what you want from him. Even still, Hanamiya raises a thick brow at you before loudly scoffing at the question of you two possibly cuddling together because you “missed his touch.” He ignores you completely and turns his attention back to analyze his teammates practicing on the court, reclining his back further on the bleachers with a stretch. Yet, he’s inwardly ticked yet somewhat touched that you knew that he had no objections to you cozying up to him, without him needing to say anything. Ah, but the ever so “Bad Boy” wouldn’t easily let you approach him like so, and he knew from the way you were standing there expectantly, you knew too. After all, Hanamiya would never pass up an opportunity to potentially savor the sweet taste of misfortune of others, no matter how menial.
“Come over here, darling~” he coos with an open grin as he continues to relax with his arms behind his head, saccharine tone oozing with his dark, rich voice. “I can’t stand a moment without you by my side.” Of course, he once again feels conflicting emotions of subtle pride and irritation in being unsuccessful in embarrassing, flustering, or even provoking you in the slightest. When you settled yourself by his side with a casual scoff of your own, he immediately shot out his arm around your shoulders and cradled your head closer to lay on his shoulder. But he leans in close to your ear to hiss with his usual infuriating sneer, “Like I’d ever say that, dumbass.” You only respond with a customary retort before snuggling closer against him, pulling his arm around your side for more optimal cuddles.
Even despite the harsh rebuke, his touch is gentle, reverring, protective one would dare say, even if his eyes are currently more occupied watching the court than you.
“... Hey,” he curtly calls out after some minutes later, flicking your ear with the hand around your shoulders to ensure you are listening to him. He gets a small sense of satisfaction seeing your dismayed expression. “You’re being awfully damn clingy lately. Are you actually that fucking touch-starved?” Yet again, his actions betray his words, the same fingers that harshly flicked your ear were now softly toying with your hair near your temple in a clumsy, nonverbal attempt to soothe you.
He hates how you somehow knew yet again how he meant that he was only curious about your recent actions, the way you cheekily replied back how he’s actually reciprocating the cuddles with a raspberry tongue to try to provoke a reaction from his end. And he hates it even more when he willingly lets you reciprocate the soft touches when you tuck his shoulder-length hair behind his ear.
But all he could do to save face was to click his tongue arrogantly. Even still, you somehow see straight through him.
Imayoshi Shoichi
“My, my, those are quite some puppy eyes you’re shooting at me, hm?” Imayoshi relaxes his posture and lays back against the couch to give his signature closed-eye smile. “To think you were this needy.” He simply cocks his head innocently, but you knew something ulterior simmered behind that grin. Even without opening his eyes, his “stare” was still overwhelming in intensity that you couldn’t help but squirm and debate to take back your request.
“Ho? What’s with that look, my dear (y/n)? Don’t mind me darling, keep doing what you were doing before… Hm? I’m being mean?... I’m only graciously doing what you asked me to do. You wanted my attention, correct? You have my full attention now…” His smirk only grows wider when you huff at his comments. “You meant that you wanted to cuddle when you asked for my attention…? Now, now, (y/n), you know that greed is the greatest vice… Still, how cute of you to try to monopolize all of me so.”
Before you can either utter a single comeback or simply leave the room, he abruptly wraps his arms around you and immediately encloses you between his legs. You look up to try to scold him for being so difficult, but all words are caught in your throat when his eyes are slightly open in relishing your figure in his embrace. He merely smiles at your stunned silence, although he knew that you could tell that it was a genuine, affectionate one.
As you begin to relax, Imayoshi rubs gentle circles on your arms, occasionally giving a goading comment or two that elicited eyerolls from your end. Eventually, when you fall into a light snooze from his therapeutic touches, he stares at you fondly for quite some time before an idea crept into his mind.
“My dear (y/n)...” he purrs into your ear. “Am I really reduced to a body pillow for your convenience, my love? I’m hurt.” When you slightly jolt awake from the unexpected closeness of his voice, he merely chuckles at your reaction before hugging you tighter and settling his head atop your shoulder. “Well, I must admit, you’re quite lucky that I’m just as greedy for your attention, darling. In fact, if you’re not careful, I might just end up becoming greedier if you end up forgetting about me… eh? You wouldn’t…? Really now… you’re insisting that I can also ask you for attention, any time?...
… how cute, (y/n), but I must warn you to be careful about what you say, yes? Hm? You really do mean it?... ‘only for you,’ you say? Hah… you really are adorable… quite beyond my expectations.”
Imagine his actual, shell-shocked surprise when you suddenly turn around to face him to nuzzle into his neck with a sneaky kiss attack. He stiffens up, his eyes fully blown open to process the sudden sensation his body just experienced, and he could do nothing but chuckle with a slight chagrined blush.
“... You really never cease to amaze me, hm?”
Kagami Taiga
When you mentioned how cold today was, he already knew since that morning; his body has always had an aversion to the cold, and unfortunately for him, he just happened to be more sensitive to lower temperatures than the average person too.
“Well, yeah… I guess it’s been cold,” Kagami mumbles, scooting himself closer to the kotatsu in an attempt to absorb more of the brazier’s heat. And he’s been sitting there almost motionless for nearly an hour, closing his eyes and breathing softly to conserve his body heat.
When he finally opens his eyes again, Kagami turns to you to invite you to a seat next to him, but he nervously gulps when he sees you standing there with a mischievous look on your face. Who knows how long you’ve been observing him?
When you open your mouth to suggest cuddling to stave off the cold, he erupts a cherry red, knowing full well you were taking advantage of his tendency to get cold extremely easily. But you didn’t stop there. You teased him that he ignored you the entire time, and so, cuddles were only appropriate to make it up to you.
Kagami suddenly felt warm from the rush of blood rising to his face and neck.
“C-C-Cuddle?!... well, yeah… w-we’ve done this before… No! I’m not thinking anything more out of it…! It’s just… I—well, no! It’s not that I don’t wanna cuddle! It’s just…” He sputters, but stops when he realizes that he just admitted to not objecting to having a cuddle session, and he merely sweatdrops when he sees a victorious grin growing wider on your cheeks. “Fine… you must be cold too, right?—Wha, where did that blanket even come from?!”
You immediately plopped the weighted fleece blanket over his shoulders like a cape and tackled him with a hug, making sure to tug the blanket over your own body too. Kagami can only react by catching you while trying to break both of your falls, and he topples from his criss-cross sitting position to end up laying next to you, face-to-face.
“S-Stop squirming… how else are we supposed to cuddle if you keep moving under this heavy-ass blanket…? Pfft, well, it’s pretty warm now, huh? Come closer, yeah?” He nudges your head up against his chest, and his breath fans over your head as you sling your own arm over his waist.
“I dunno about you, but I wanna stay like this for a while… if that’s okay with you.”
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I would like to request! Can I request? Well I wish for you to consider what type of person/what kind of situation would cause the brothers to make a pact with someone. Maybe even what they would request in exchange? This can be before or after they met MC. With that out of the way, I totally binge read all of your works after my sister gushed to me about the True Form series, and just thank you??? It made me really happy reading them and it's always impressively detailed and well thought out.
Awww thank you! I’m glad it’s rave-worthy! I plan to add to it soon bc it was an absolute riot to write and research for lol
And wow this one is a toughie! I’ve actually never thought of what would make them want a pact! Hope ya like it!
Lucifer- Pact of Success
Absolutely the hardest brother to do business with, but that is probably a good thing. He is incredibly selfish with his contracts. Sure, they’ll benefit from his pact mark, but he will get the most out of it. Aside from MC he only takes requests for contracts from the human “elite”. They make wonderful feathers in his cap.
But also he takes some enjoyment in breaking them. They always get so cocky with his contracts thinking that they have him on the ropes and at their beck and call. It gives him a good chuckle, humans are so brazen considering their very short lifespan.
He destroys them slowly over time- all the little minutia he peppers in his legal bindings adds up. Not that his normal clientele ever read the fine print. But he designed it that way to make sure they don’t. All their requests are the same and so simplistic. Big boats, fancy cars, climbing the proverbial ladder faster than their friends or enemies - blah-blah-blah. At least the paperwork is easy to complete.
Very rarely does he find a contract he is excited to make. Those contracts are given to artists and craftsmen he sees potential in. He loves good art, and every artist should take pride in their work.
When it comes to the “price” of his pact it is worryingly simple. All he wants is some of their time. It sounds simple, and it is. Which is why it’s dangerous. The contract doesn’t specifically say how or the rules of it. How he takes your time is completely up to him.
Sometimes he simply comes for a drink and to ask how business is going. Or with the pacts he gives a damn about- he pops in to see progress on their artist visions or listen to their latest musings.
Other times if he grows tired of his pact holders’ ever-growing demands or ludicrous requests he comes and takes time right out of their lifespan. His visits leave them weak and fatigued though they can’t place why. He is a slow siphon of death and they are too foolhardy to notice. If he is feeling especially cruel, or sentimental he takes memories, things that a demon generally wouldn’t want.
Time with family, the first time they met the love of their life, a child’s birthday. He takes them all and leaves them with only a blurry recollection in his wake
When MC crosses his path though he is very apprehensive. He doesn’t want a pact or anything that could jeopardize Diavolo’s upcoming plans. But they make his skin itch with want. He doesn’t want them to be another trophy on his wall. He wants a mutually beneficial pact, one that almost leans in their favor and it grates him. Should/ when a pact is made he won’t use his powers on you as then he would have to take something in return. Instead, he takes his time and coaches them to be successful by their own right, though if he has to eliminate some obstacles- well they don’t need to know that.
Mammon- Pact of Riches
I love his man with all my heart, but even when he isn’t losing bets or getting tricked into pacts he still isn’t the most selective with who he conducts business with. He is the avatar of greed, after all. I guess it comes with the territory.
He scouts for already wealthy humans or people with a good head for numbers and is money smart. Some are too smart to deal with him, knowing that whatever monetary gain they are granted from him will backfire in the end (or their mama’s taught them not to make deals with strange demons). But a sucker is born every minute, and he has nothing but time on his hands.
His pacts are pretty simple and upfront. Sign on the dotted line and they get some of his wicked gamblers’ luck and more riches than one human life span could do much with. While he gets a glorified accountant and a nice percentage of their profits. It’s a win-win… for him.
See he forgets to mention that there are two sides to every coin, and his flip side is particularly detrimental to one’s health. He just so conveniently glosses over that his luck will wear out over time depending on how frequently the pact holder uses it.
But the hunger for more doesn’t. If anything that particular sensation grows into an all-consuming fire in the pit of their pitiful guts. It forces them back into the seedy basements or griming gambling halls. One more roll, one more stack of bills, just one more time and they will hit pay dirt surly! But the losses just keep coming. If one of his pact holders ends up face down in a ditch after one too many bad hands and uncontrollable greed… well ain’t nobody’s fault but their own.
He has a softer spot for humans that seek him out and treat him like a living being instead of some tool to be tossed around at will. It’s refreshing. He will actually take some care with these pacts and tell them to temper their use of his magic so they can get the most out of it in the long run. They still might run into misfortune and he is genuinely sorry for that but there is only so much he can do in the end.
With MC he doesn’t even tell them about what his pact can do or how to use it. He doesn’t want anything bad happening to his human. If they want something tell him he will do it himself no magic or pact summoning required. He wants to keep them happy and healthy for as long as his lifespan will allow.
If MC should find how to use his pact mark he will get pissed. Not so much at them but the situation in general. He’ll be upfront about the whole thing, judge him how they want but he refuses to let greed consume them too. He focuses a lot of time and energy on learning how to reel in his magic with them so they get some of the perks but none of the major downsides. Unlike with his other pacts where he lets it all just run wild (just means they use up their contact faster and he can move on to even bigger fish).
Leviathan- Pact of Wisdom and Skill
Surprisingly, despite his antisocial tendencies with “normies”, he gets around when it comes to contracts. Perhaps it’s jealousy at his other brothers or perhaps he finds collecting contracts a bit of a game on its own.
He has a small niche of people interested in his pacts. Pacts with him give people a strategic advantage in nearly any situation. Seemingly overnight his humans turn into near tactical geniuses. Because of that, he is very popular with military leaders and humans with dangerous careers.
He also makes mini contracts with foot soldiers and humans with dangerous oceanic jobs. They just want to make it out alive and he gets that. With contracts like these, he is more lenient and doesn’t ask for much. Make an offering of fancy food to Henry 2.0 or wait in line for a rare human figuring he wants. Wam-bam thank you ma’am kinda business.
This is completely different from his larger contracts. With the military contracts, he expects them to continue with their duties until they die in the field. Simple as that, he doesn’t mince words in his contract. It’s what he would do as General so he expects it from them. Should they try to define him he will get rid of them.
He takes delight in defiant contract holders. They think they are as clever as he is now. But they forget that they are using his magic. He could take his magic away right after they defy him sure...but he won’t. He lets them stew for a bit, thinking they have had the last laugh on envy. If they wish to play games with a General then he will make sure it’s good.
With MC he plays on easy mode, granting them insight and little touches of his magic during exam week or when playing a game against his brothers. He wants nothing in return from them but some quality hangout time.
Satan- The Pact of Retribution
As the only pure-blooded demon out of the seven, he does these pacts out of necessity like most other demons. While the others do it more so out of monetary gain and an obligation to the crown. Or if you’re Belphie, sheer enjoyment.
He does it because he hungers, it a hole in his very self that he is trying to fill. He hunts for one reason only- relief from his cardinal sin. He will never feel the calm after a storm of rage naturally. Patience and tranquility are the antitheses of his very creation. So he gets it artificially through his contracts.
He looks for the downtrodden, angry, and the most bitterly despondent humans he can find and gives them the chance to seek vengeance. He is very upfront with what his pact entails. Once the vengeance is complete his rage will consume them and they will become another soul for him to consume.
He isn’t cruel about the process or tries to trick a human into a mark. Very few of the ones he approaches turn him down even after hearing the details. It is possible that humans once shot to get even and he gets to feel bliss, to feel calm. He finds out that the longer or more obscure the plan for retribution is the sweeter the outcome is for Satan.
If he is feeling super ornery he will go after people affected by the outcomes of Lucifer’s pacts. They are easy prey and almost as wrathful as Satan himself. Bonus it aggravates Lucifer to no end when he has to go out of his way to clean up the mess Satan’s contract made of his own. Anything to piss him off makes Satan feel all the better.
With MC he doesn’t need to use his pact magic. Mostly because they are always around him in the Devildom, and no one is stupid enough to mess with someone Satan favors. If someone or something does irritate his MC he will take it out before it can fester into something his magic will try to latch onto. Keeping you calm and happy makes him feel almost tranquil as well.
Asmodeus- Pact of Gratification
Another very popular pact to try to get, and how could it not? He is fabulous~ But as much as people try to find him, he only goes for a certain type of contract. He has his perfectly manicured fingers on the pulse of the fashion and beauty industry.
His name is a whisper among the up and comers in the business. Many-while not looking for a pact - at least want to see him at least once. Many never will, they get cut from their agency or quit before they could get a foothold. It happens, and he hates to see it. Everyone deserves to feel gorgeous, or at least get a chance to be in the same room as him!
But for the ones the perceiver and climb the ranks get invited to one of his many parties. They can only get invited by someone wearing his mark. He trusts them to know who would be amenable to his contract.
His pact grants its bearer a glamor that can’t be broken by any meer mortal or mage. It makes them absolutely irresistible. How they wield that power is completely up to the user, he won’t judge or intervene.
Once they sign the contract all his holders see him frequently. He absolutely loves dropping in on their shoots or fancy dinners to say hi or get a recap on how they are fairing. Not because he is a nice demon or just super friendly (though they would like to think so). No, he just likes to watch.
His payment is slow, methodical and no one sees it happen until it is already complete. In exchange for beauty and the graduation of getting whatever their little hearts could as for he gets their ability to love, whether that be familiar or sexual. Asmo loves the feeling of being loved; he wants it in all ways possible.
Some pact holders don’t have an issue with this. They got their looks, a successful career, and people to manipulate to their heart’s content. Not having strong contentions with anyone works in their favor. But others don’t and while they search for him to try and get that little slice of humanity back he is long gone. He got what he wanted anyway.
MC is his darling. He can and will make a special contract just for them (reviewed by Lucifer). A beautiful new contract for a beautiful soul! He wants you as unchanged as possible because this MC is the one he fell for.
Beelzebub- Pact of Prowess
His pact is a very elusive one as he isn’t keen on going and looking for one. Beel isn’t a big fan of these trades, but he needs them every once and a while. Nothing is more filling than a contracted soul.
His trade is basic, make a pact and you get his strength. He, like Satan, is upfront about what his payment is and what side effects will plague them. He sees no reason to lie about it. The more they draw on his power the more the host's body gorges itself. Their bones will collapse in on themselves from the stress of it- the magic feeds on anything in the host bodies. It will deplete the iron in the blood, go after the calcium in the bones, sink its teeth in their muscle system.
It’s all rather gruesome and Beel does feel bad about it. He tells though who are still adamant about binding with him ways they can negate some of the side effects by taking supplements and augmenting their diets.
But it is like patching a deep cut with a bandaid, it just won’t work. His stomach is near bottomless- humans most certainly aren’t. They simply can’t eat enough to sustain their body like he can.
It surprises him that people still seek him out. To some, the pros outweigh that very huge cons. Some really do believe that they can find a loophole or find the right mix of medication to offset it.
He doesn’t get beaten up about it anymore but it gets on his nerves how obstinate humans can be about his very clear warnings. When his magic finally consumes them he takes both the body and soul back down with him and feasts on both.
With MC he keeps an eye out on them. Consistently checking in, making sure they don’t skip a meal, and join him at the gym often. He wants them to be strong and healthy enough to not ever want to use his pact. Though he does speculate that their angelic bloodline buffers both his and his brother’s magic a good bit.
Belphegor- Pact of the Visionary
Dreamers come in every shape and size and from different walks of life. But they are are all suckers to Belphie. He is known as the Lord of Decet for a reason.
He will promise them everything and anything their heart desires. That invention that will change the world? Done. A patent that is long overdue. Easy enough. A sudden rush of ingenuity to complete that nagging project. He is a devil of his word, it will be done. It- just won’t be done in the way they would want it.
See manipulating the physical realm is hard work. Like a lot of hard work. More than he would ever do for some stupid little human. It’s a lot easier to control outcomes in his realm.
The moment the contract is signed his hosts fall under his control and he takes it from there building a perfect little dream world for them to frolic in and believe they are getting what they want. He feeds off of them here, taking little sips from their energy and exploring these new fresh dream worlds. His dreamscapes get boring every once and a while, so having a new human under his influence is always refreshing.
While his humans thrive inside their minds their bodies waste away in bed as his magic draws them further and further into an endless sleep.
He doesn’t see anything wrong with his contracts. Who would argue with him that the dream realms aren’t real in their own sense? Did his humans not accomplish their goals in the end? He doesn’t think of the outside effects of his magic and pacts. Belphie really doesn’t care about what families he broke apart or lives he inadvertently affected.
MC is different to him though. He doesn’t keep them under his spell hardly ever (maybe if they are spending too much time with Dia or Lucifer. But he doesn’t push it with them.).He still walks into their dreams whenever he feels but he comes just to visit, not to change. He simply just enjoys keeping you company and relaxing in the little mini paradise you always seem to create in your dreams.
#obey me#request!#obey me luficer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#headcanon
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