「 * HELL — 」

[Devilad]

[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]Because I'm a dumbass who's now contemplating of making an indie multimuse rp Tumblr blog, if not a storage and then said so, but sometimes, it's just how it's be. Basically, this thread has to do with the Tumblr indie rp stuff. Might end up deleting this thread, might not, who knows with me at this point. No posting, please, and thank you!

[Devilad]

[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]Primary ( Often uses them for rp interactions ).
— Sayonara Lullaby "Ayon" Montero
— Merlin Silverin / Captain Hook

Secondary ( Sometimes uses them for rp interactions ).
— Caleb Norwood

Literally all of the characters I have will be part of the rp shenanigans IF someone asks me to write whoever's not mentioned in the list above through dms or sentence starters, but they'll be frequently mentioned as notes and whatnot

[Devilad]

[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]Reserved

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[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]Okay, so, awkwardly, I haven't done any biographies with any of the guys mentioned in the list yet, except for Caleb. Though, Caleb is more of a simple layout than I wanted, but until I can do the real bios with everyone, the rest will have a simple layout of their bio as well.

[Devilad]

[div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]With the icons for rp interactions, I'll be focusing more on the primary and secondary characters, as in making icons of them mainly, but if I'm writing with anyone else or making notes about them, I'll make a few, otherwise those characters won't have some rp icons.

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[align=center]References

Ayon Montero:

— Cleveland Torso Murders - Q&A
↳ Amount of icons: 35
↳ Finished with video?: Not yet; left off on 2:22
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— The True Story Of A Pirate Princess
↳ Amount of icons: 3
↳ Finished with video?: Not yet; left off on 2:20
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— Jack the Ripper - Q&A
— Ken Rex - Q&A

Merlin Silverin:

— New York Serenade
↳ Screenshotted from IPad
↳ Amount of icons: 2
↳ Finished with episode?: Not yet, maybe never
↳ Photoshop size image crop: 500 x 500
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// Note to sharpen and then unsharp mask


— Birth
↳ Screenshotted from IPad
↳ Amount of icons: 1
↳ Finished with episode?: Not yet, maybe never
↳ Photoshop size image crop: 850 x 850
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// Note to sharpen and then unsharp mask

Caleb Norwood:

— You Don't Look Very Happy | We Happy Few - Part 2
↳ Amount of icons: 1
↳ Finished with video?: Never; just gonna screenshot whatever expressions I'm in for from that video
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Crederex Montero
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— Rolling Hills Asylum Q+A
↳ Amount of icons: 1
↳ Finished with video?: Not yet; just gonna screenshot whatever expressions I'm in for from that video
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— Villa Montezuma Q&A
↳ Amount of icons: 5
↳ Finished with video?: Not yet; just gonna screenshot whatever expressions I'm in for from that video
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— Forest Fenn Q&A
↳ Amount of icons: 5
↳ Finished with video?: Not yet; just gonna screenshot whatever expressions I'm in for from that video
↳ Site size: 25%
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Eidottnawi

— A Date With Markiplier
↳ Amount of icons: 5
↳ Finished with video?: Not yet; just gonna screenshot whatever expressions I'm in for from that video
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Stella Salvator

— An Awkward Duet
↳ Amount of icons: 5
↳ Finished with video?: Not yet; just gonna screenshot whatever expressions I'm in for from that video
↳ Site size: 25%
↳ Screenshotted size image: 155 x 155 / Sometimes 230 x 230
↳ Resize: Mainly 85%

[Devilad]

[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"][spoiler=General / Assosciation with Komorebi itself]
— ☆　OUT OF CHARACTER.　┊　THE DEVIL'S WORDS.
— ☆　ANSWER.　┊　DETERMINATION ON SET.
— ☆　MEME.　┊　RISE OR DIE.
— ☆　PROMO.　┊　NOTHING LASTS FOREVER.
— ☆　SELF PROMO.　┊　WAKING UP FROM A DREAM IS A NIGHTMARE.
— ☆　PSA.　┊　LISTEN.
— ☆　OPEN / STARTER CALL.　┊　BE GENTLE ON ME.
— ☆　WISHLIST.　┊　 WISH FOR MORE WISHES.
— ☆　CRACK.　┊　DAMN TO YOU ALL.
— ☆　AESTHETIC.　┊　TO BREATHE MEANS TO LIVE / SO LET YOUR TEETH GO.
— ☆　ART.　┊　RED & BLUE MAKES PURPLE. / BLOOD & TEARS MAKES BRUISES.
— ☆　MUSING.　┊　CELESTIAL MIND BLEEDING DYING STARS.
— ☆　MUSIC.　┊　CAN YOU HEAR THEM?
— ☆　TAG GAME.　┊　WHO ARE YOU?
— ☆　DRABBLE.　┊　THE EYE IS A LIE.
— ☆　NOTES ( KOMOREBI ).　┊　KEEP MOVING FORWARD.
ILMESTYS[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Ayon]
— ☆　IN CHARACTER ( AYON ).　┊　GOODBYE LULLABYE.
— ☆　ASSOCIATION ( AYON ).　┊　KISMET.
— ☆　NOTES ( AYON ).　┊　IF YOU HUG HIM CLOSE / CAN YOU HEAR HIS HEART CRYING?
[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Merlin]
— ☆　IN CHARACTER ( MERLIN ).　┊　FOREVER & MORE.
— ☆　ASSOCIATION ( MERLIN ).　┊　TACENDA.
— ☆　NOTES ( MERLIN ).　┊　HOW LONG IS FOREVER?
[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Caleb]
— ☆　IN CHARACTER ( CALEB ).　┊　BE KIND.
— ☆　ASSOCIATION ( CALEB ).　┊　MATIBAY.
— ☆　NOTES ( CALEB ).　┊　HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A MAN WITH THE SADDEST CONSTELLATIONS IN HIS EYES?
[/spoiler]

[Devilad]

[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]Everything is now settled, so it's time to suffer!!

[Devilad]

[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]Decided to quit roleplaying on Tumblr, so *gestures this post*

[spoiler=They]　　　Gentle lips curls into a smile, as oceanic eyes on the figure of silver heart and veins running WILDERNESS. / One dare to s i n k their gaze into Their own, and there, they will find delight shimmering across the sweet b l u e s.

　　　 Slim fingers constantly taps against a box that was wrapped…rather poorly. / Poorly, indeed, when there are a couple of t e a r s and the box have extra unnecessary layers, but it was done with a great effort of ENDEARMENT, nevertheless.


Poppy! Poppy! Lookie! We made a gift for you!
　　　Excitement spills before soft teeth, filling in the air with Their v i g o r—all rich and bright. / A bit may it be too much for a poor individual to bare with, though, They couldn’t keep it to Themselves for long! / Today is the day!

　　　Tenderly, despite the r u s h of Their happiness, They push the gift towards Their friend. / Once it’s at its rightful place, reality begins to slow down around Them, as Their heartbeats went Q U I C K. / They feel Their Life clinging onto Their throat.

　　　( * You forgot something? )


…Wait, is today Christmas?

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Have cookie…
　 　　Warm body shifts, and so does the reality at how soft Their offer was. / Nearly, could one thought it was the breeze that spoke KINDNESS to them. / They wince as sugar settles in the pit of Their stomach—with such an amount that can make the beast’s teeth ache. / How they are biting Their organ bit by b i t. / What an unfortunate, little soul.

　 　 　Whining, They push the plate of d o o m towards the younger being before a hand lands on Their belly, with another on cheek. / They shake Their head a few times before They begin to rock in Their seat. / Back and forth. / Forth and back. / Knocking on dear HOPE for the discomfort to go away, but a l a s…

　　　Gentle gaze shifts from the remaining treat to the figure, baby blue eyes shimmers.


Mhm… Teh-too much…

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　　　Gentle gaze settles on the friend of golden smiles, with her heart beating silver serenity. / Grabby hands reaches for the drink that is PRESENT before Them, continuous motion influenced by childlike attitude—a d e s i r e to get some of Their own warmth from tasty treat.

　　　After what feels like a YEAR later, the mug gets passed over to Them, They release a giggle and clap Their hands a few times. / JOY plays in the chilling air, while excitement rushes through celestial veins. / Bouncy legs, twinkling wide eyes, Their presence only shine, and shine, and s h i n e.

　　　Then, palms around mug, They take a small sip from it and hums. / Rich d e l i g h t soon forms within Them, as They say,


Mmm, thank you for the drink, Penny! This warms our souls!

　　　Literally.

[/spoiler]


[spoiler=Ayon]　　　❝ D-do…I look alright? ❞

　　　Despite the excitement filled in his voice, they were b e n t by his anxiety, quivering. Mind unsteady. Something that had been always a part of him—a FRAGILITY.

　　　While Halloween was a lame excuse for his spouses to give unfortunate children and adults some FRIGHT, Ayon found joy in it. Sore feet from long traveling to gain a lot of candies, and belly aching from devouring them all at once; that’s h i m in the nutshell with the holiday. Also, he LOVED the idea of being in a costume; with a h i g h imagination, he would find himself already desiring to perform a certain scenario once he put on an outfit that’s outside his usual attire.

　　　Though, even through the delight over his favourite time of the year, at this moment, part of him was…uncertain.

　　　( Trauma got him well, in no doubt. )

　　　❝ Feel the hat makes my head look, um, dumb… ❞ muttered Ayon. He shyly placed his hands on his pirate hat, now contemplating if he should take it off or not.

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　　　Soft gaze on the hat, yet, old mind bearing a wild STORM, his consciousness f l i c k e r e d between the reality ( keepitonkeepitonkeepiton ) and his own world, known as chaos ( takeitofftakeitoffTAKEITOFF— ), while it wept, and wept, and W E P T. The damned echoed within his bones. Trembling system. C o l d soul. Mindunsteadymindunsteadymidnunsteady.

　　　Regardless, Ayon could still hear Penny’s sweet words, as her heart beat beauty.

　　　( KINDNESS—a fine art done with honey and milk. )

　　　As he pulled his hands a w a y from his hat and concealed his reddened cheeks, amusement shimmered across his eyes at the suggestion. Though, he didn’t have a chance to think over it well when Penny tapped him. Ticklish, he almost squealed and gently butted her in the wrist with his head, smiling for a few seconds ( a glimpse of EASE forming in him ).

　　　Once his smile was gone, he awkwardly held onto his plastic sword that was sitting on his lap. At the inquire, he nodded, motion s l o w.


　　　❝ O-okay, I…I will, ❞ answered Ayon, eying Penny who moved the bowl full of treats closer to him… An offer… Quivering fingers, he took a candy and put it in his mouth. ❝ Thank you, Penny, ❞ he added, his voice a bit more s o f t e r than before. Whether it’s about the sweets or the given comfort, he was GRATEFUL to have Penny in A N Y ways.

　　　( She’s too nice for him… How even…? )

　　　Finally, Ayon had a spare moment to think about what Penny suggested earlier and nervously glanced at her. ❝ I-I like the stuffed parrot idea… U-um, don’t think I have one, though… Can we go buy one, Penny? ❞ he then asked. ❝ We can — we can also get some Halloween decorations for your coffee shop…if you haven’t done it already… ❞

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　　　Ayon perked up when Penny gave him permission to take MORE candy corns and did so. Hands FULL of sweets, he released a soft giggle and popped a few in his mouth before he followed the woman with a gold soul, like chasing after stars and d r e a m s. A presence resembling to a light—so bright, yet ENCHANTING. How it made his heart sung sweet serenity.

　　　The Suelmon stood beside her and gazed at the plannings, tiptoed before his heels rested against the surface. Repeating. Graphites stained in various of certain c o l o u r s, while he listened to what Penny had to say, he tried to read the papers until his nose caught the powder of a dough and sneezed. ❝ A-ah, excuse— ❞ he quickly checked his pulse on the wrist and counted to himself, nodding along with the BEAT.

　　　( One, two, three, four, five… )

　　　Ayon sighed in r e l i e f when he got a good result and turned on the kitchen sink’s tap to wash his hands, ears burning. ❝ Uh… ❞ He thought Penny asked him something…something—oh, yes, now, he recalled it. Well, he wanted some chocolate, even though, part of him said NO…

　　　Penny wouldn’t mind if he also wanted something else. She did ask him… Right?

　　　Ayon turned off the tap and took the paper towel from the side.


　　　❝ I-I want chocolate bars…please?… ❞


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　　　❝ U-um… Hey, ❞Ayon called the other, his voice belonging to a ghost—d i s t a n t and unclear. He stared at the blank, white paper, fiddling with his pencil crayon. Anxiety ran deep through celestial veins. Heart beating fast, mind never ENDING thoughts, how he breathed c h a o s. Shaky. Unstable.

　　　Ayon slightly glanced over to the other side, though, his gaze was still on the paper before him. L i n g e r i n g. ❝ Wanna…draw you something… Make you something… Is that - is that okay?… ❞



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　　　❝ Wh-wha— ❞ Ayon’s voice was cut O F F with a pathetic squeak the moment Poppy rested her head on his lap. Though, as s i m p l e and small the action may be, it still brought heat beneath fragile flesh. He covered his face to conceal his shyness and softly whined, ❝ Poppyyy… ❞

　　　No matter how much effort he would put into convincing the other to free him, he knew Poppy was a c a s u a l Succubus, yet had iron bones that could crack DETERMINATION—sound stained with glory g o l d.

　　　Therefore, Ayon eventually braided Poppy’s hair ( and sometimes, he would give her a  gentle b o o p on the nose as a manner of teasing ). The position he was in didn’t offer him much to do with his hands at the meantime, but…all in the end, as long as Poppy was at ease, so was he.


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　　　❝ Uh, hey, I don’t wanna be a bother, but…um, can we - can we do this on a bed or…a-anything softer, uh, at least? ❞ came a soft question from Ayon, g e n t l e gaze facing towards the woman who had her head on his lap for over God knows how long.

　　　He recently finished turning Poppy’s hair into a fishtail braid, much to his delight, though, as there was nothing else available for him to touch with, SORENESS gradually f o r m e d in mortal hands. Bones becoming frial from sitting on the floor for a WHILE,  he would often shift and squirm in his limited position, teeth clenched, demeanour giving indication of RESTLESSNESS.

　　　Ayon stared at Poppy’s hands and rubbed his arm. Breathing SHAKEN, visions nearly b l u r r e d, at some point, his nails were about to dig into his skin, as he attempted to gather the c o n f i d e n c e. ( Breathe. )


　　　❝ And - and… Can I hold your hands? I-I want…comfort… Please, Poppy? ❞ With fluttering heart, and fragile flesh still burning, Ayon covered his face once more, so Poppy wouldn’t have to see him buried under the hot shame at his own request. ( Even though, his current attitude had said it all, in no DOUBT. )

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　　　The pressure of Poppy’s head left him sighing, as he patted his lap to relieve the n u m b n e s s spreading through the thighs, brown eyes shone with RELIEF. However, from the temporary lost sense of his limps, his visions gradually pulled away from where he faced. Soon, through BLANK gaze, with his breath held in ( and his lungs jerking for l i f e ), he saw Poppy and himself, like he was looking at the reflections ( hisreflectionandherflection? ).

　　　In a cautious motion, Ayon reached his mortal hand out to touch the shapes ( hisshapeandhershape?) before him. Though, his heavy mind s p l i t and found a glimpse of REALITY (?) when his fingers intertwined with Poppy’s. As if the touch carried a magic, it dragged him from the unknown and put him on his feet, breathing, despite how badly his legs were trembling and how deformed his presence was. Despite it all, and all, and A L L.

　　　He winced at Poppy’s reassurance. How could you not ask? When was there a time when asking was not an option? Consent was important, no matter in what situation and to who, hence, he never understand why he didn’t have to askandaskandBEG. Asking, and pleading, and apologizing were all Ayon could do b e s t.

　　　( PleasepleasepleaseI’msorryI’msorryI’msorrypleaseletmebeFREE. )

　　　Ayon gave Poppy’s hand a small squeeze. Whatever the gesture meant…it was something. Most likely, it was done to show he acknowledged her saying, however, his own words, distant and frail as a l w a y s, said otherwise.


　　　❝ L-let’s - let’s go. ❞[/spoiler]


[spoiler=Merlin]　　　❝ Well, aren’t you a charmer. ❞

　　　Ocean stained eyes flickered from his glass to the woman before him, lips curled U P into a dagger grin. DANGER revealed behind ivory teeth, though, it was held b a c k by iron intention—strengthened from curiosity. ( Rather, would she be considered to be a LUCKY charm. ) ❝ Mind telling me what’s your name again? ❞


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　　　Sharp gaze cast downwards, words ringing in ears, as they hit his heart one by ONE. Teeth pressed tightly together like stars aligned—a bright sign of resentment present. However, the longer his focus lingered on the question, the stars soon died, and left him COLD and e m p t y ( and yet, he thought he felt something somewhere deep inside of him—something light, something heavy, something in between—stop SHAKING ).

　　　Merlin couldn’t recall most of his past. Though, coming from the whispers and mutters of the AGED Humans he came across, it seemed he had a soul painted red from the damned and dead. He thought little about it until he often dreamt of rotten crocodiles and children who would H A N G themselves. Nightmares telling tales or fates, he didn’t wish to know, but part of him sensed they were associated with him as a w h o l e in some way.

　　　While Merlin still had a few of his memories, in the end, it didn’t matter if he would regain everything or n o t h i n g at all. From what he heard, to BEGIN with, his story didn't have any parts that were ever written with his own blood, and knowing the fact made him feel so…FAKE.


　　　❝ Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Why does it even concern you? It’s not like anything will change the way I want regardless of my answer. ❞ Inhaling fire, and exhaling tragedy, the universe shifted V I O L E N T L Y.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Crederex]　　　They were relaxing at the living room, with Crederex typing out a couple of job-related paragraphs on his laptop, and Caillen watching the TV. As the sun d e s c e n d e d, leaving the sky aflame, it had been a PEACEFUL evening. It was…a while Crederex would have something like THIS with Caillen. With jobs and whatnot. Even though, he hadn’t done much to his work, and it was due tomorrow, when Caillen said he wasn’t busy for the night and asked if he would like to come over to his house, Crederex couldn’t find himself saying NO to a Human like Caillen.

　　　( A Human who knew too well on how to b l e e d. )

　　　Crederex felt something pressing into his shoulder. It PULLED him into stopping his progress of assignment and looked over to s e e Caillen was leaning his head against him. Rosy cheeks and eyes full of shimmering surprise, the sudden, yet gentle act m e l t e d Crederex’s heart, yet, his mind had a thought that would say his reaction otherwise.


　　　❝ Sheesh, your job really blew you out, huh? ❞ joked Crederex. A poke to the nose for the shits and giggles. A p a t h e t i c attempt to hide the affection in his tone, really. Caillen could be a real ASSHOLE teasing him about his blushes and flustered expressions by his loving gestures. Other than his spouses, it was difficult to recall a time Crederex would receive a touch so soft and endearing from anyone. F I R E was a l l he was reminded of from a skin against his own.

　　　Crederex noticed Caillen hadn’t said or done anything in return. Not even a snort.

　　　❝ CJ? ❞

　　　Silence.

　　　Crederex thought he heard a breathing. How distant and bare it sounded to the point he was unsure if it belonged to Caillen or his own. Crederex’s muscles tightened, tugging desire to m o v e Caillen so he could look at his face. Fear remained H E A V Y within worn out bones, though. Body still ( as his heart was trembling ). ❝ Hey, Cail, you there? ❞ asked Crederex, voice low, stained with tender honey, slow paced. As he hoped, it brought Caillen’s response, however, he did not think it would be him crying.

　　　Regardless, the moment Caillen started to cry, Crederex reached his arm over his friend and pulled him close, ENCOURAGING him to let everything g o, as he rubbed the furthest of his shoulder, motion spilling solicitude. Crederex hoped Caillen could feel the warmth from him—a reminder that he was LOVED.


　　　❝ You’re okay, Cail… You’re okay… ❞


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　　　❝ Uuuhhh, I don’t know about you, but… ❞ Crederex took off his headphone as he spoke, with a l o u d voice from a b r i g h t personality. A sun found WITHIN vessel behind mischievous smiles and twinkling eyes. He cha-cha slid his way over to Poppy and took a seat beside her. Dramatically. ( Define dramatic in this case? Nearly, did he end up falling off the chair since carelessness was a BITCH, but that wasn’t going to s t o p him because so was HE. ) ❝ That Johnny Johnny Yes Papa remix by PJ Panda? It deserves a reward. Eleven out of ten… Please tell me you have listened to it before, or I will cry. ❞


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　　　Consciousness flickered b e t w e e n the man’s presence and his words. ( Sorry— you say— R E P E A T. ) Mind buzzing from the scent of gasoline hanging through TENSION in the air, with iron Crederex could not tell if it came from either metal or blood ( this was what happened if he c h o s e to become a spawn of HELLFIRE and chains ).


　　　❝ I said your smell reminded me of a kind I would encounter upon many times in my life… This kind in particular who is known to be…demonic, or whatever, now that came to mind. ❞ His voice weaved through patience, however, it would leave reality s h i v e r i n g. ❝ Pardon me, but, have we met before? ❞

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　　　Deep, brown eyes shimmering soft amusement, Crederex tilted his head and hummed at the respond. ❝ Mhmm… ❞ The sound l i n g e r e d on in the atmosphere. A touch of curiosity. ❝ Y’know, Demons… ❞ With a lazy smirk sitting upon his maw, he held UP a pair of one slim digit over his head, resembling the horns. ❝ Some are bad, yet, some are good, but, pretty much, they got them sick horns with the whole black eyes, red, white; something cool like that… Well, really, that’s up to them. Or not and they’re forced to look the way they are. ❞ he shrugged at the end and shoved his hands into his jean pockets.


　　　❝ Though, forget what I just said. ❞ he said, waving his hand as to emphasis his words. ❝ I thought I recognized you from somewhere, but, apparently not. So, anywayyyy, I’m Crederex. Hiya. ❞

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　　　❝ Waaiiit, hold on to your damn wig. ❞ Agitation g l e a m e d within deep, brown eyes, as they were on the familiar figure now in front of him, for only a few seconds before mischief took over. Meanwhile, there were a BUNCH of black cats either wandering, messing things around, or lounging across the rooms. There, on Crederex’s lap, was a small one who constantly purred at him gently grooming them. ❝ It’s a catastrophe here, no kitten, but, let me quickly explain before you do anything that may not be pawsitive. ❞ Silence. Then, a SNICKER.


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　　　❝ You know, I don’t let anyone, other than my spouses, call me Rex for short. ❞

　　　A hum. Gentle, as the way parts of his CONSCIOUSNESS ran through l i g h t s thoughts ( his mind was being kind to him now, somehow ), while slim finger tapped against wooden surface. His deep, brown eyes soon flickered from the glass of apple juice over to the woman before him, Rexy, as she so referred herself. If he had to be h o n e s t here, he only thought her name was AMUSING—so simple and silly it was to say.

　　　Though, coming from the DEMON himself, a n y o n e would give him a roll of their eyes because, really, what sort of a name was Crederex?

　　　( Credere; to believe, in Latin. Rex; meaning King. He believed in someone royal who believed in him first when no one else did. )

　　　Despite himself, Crederex let his lips curled up into a grin, iron TEETH shimmering ivory d e t e r m i n a t i o n. Clear and sharp, INTEREST found within. Usually, he didn’t care so much about names when he only judge a being based on their personality and personal beliefs… Maybe how fond they were of popcorns, also. Therefore, for Crederex to find amusement than nothing from Rexy’s name meant something. ( Perhaps, it was a s i g n of something beautiful about to blossom between them? )

　　　❝ But, with you, I’ll allow you to call me Rex so we can be name twinsie-ish! Rex and Rexy, Hell yeah, baby, we can conquer the world! ❞ He didn’t explain why he disliked being mainly known as Rex. Rexy could ask, but at what cost?


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　　　Breath came sharp. Suspicious evident beneath obsidian infused eyes, narrowed. Consideration closing in tight, soon molten, as he spoke fire and smoke. Words q u i c k from silver tongue, yet his tone held an m i n a c i o u s omen. ❝ I gotta say, but the way you worded your statement there sure makes it sound like you’re a killer. ❞ He chuckled in a way that could make reality bent and wept. ❝ You got something to hide from me or what? ❞[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Eidottnawi]　　　( Twitching. Blinking. Blinking. Twitching. )

　　　They stared at the woman while their care for the world was a b s e n t. Lights out. Snapping jaw, greedy mouth FULL of flesh, they softly hummed at the juicy flavour to them. How they coated their throat with rich d e l i g h t, leaving a moment ever LASTING. They briefly glanced down at their small bag and took an eyeball out before raising it towards the being of smokes and rubies, head tilted.


　　　❝ Care for an eye? ❞ Voice metallic—ringing U N K N O W N.

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　　　In s i l e n c e, they watched her accept their offer, with her slim, youthful, digits wrapping around God’s gift, gentle, and yet, she devoured it, akin to a LION swallowing a sun. ( Could you hear them crying? The FLOWERS, the BEASTS, the H U M A N I T Y ).

　　　 They thought her presence GLOW the moment her iron carved teeth pierced the eye, and such a sight brought them humming. Satisfaction reverberated a c r o s s ivory cage, along with their heart beating the SWEET song of silver serenity.

　　　 Only until they heard her words. They frowned and shook their head. ( Twitching. Blinking. Blinking. Twitching. ) ❝ There is no need to do that. ❞ Calmness still remained in b e t w e e n measured words.


　　　❝ Though, the eye pun is highly much appreciated… Unless you didn’t mean to… ❞ At that, they chuckled.

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[spoiler=Benedict]　　　Ben was hesitating to give Ronnie the food, as he could be a bit teeny tiny…selfish with his food and belongings, though, he heard a part of himself reminding him he did have TWO tacos, so, it would be a ❝ lovely taco bonding time ❞ if Ronnie had one also.

　　　( ‵ Yes, you do have a very good point there, Krayr, ′  thought Ben. )

　　　Besides, the way Ronnie lightened up when he mentioned free tacos made his own world more BRIGHTER. Sweet summer smiles, while enthusiasm ran high through celestial veins, the thought of watching Ronnie’s joy fading away if he didn’t share was upsetting.

　　　Hence, Ben gave his friend a taco with a g e n t l e smile, chirping out, ❝ Here ya go, pal! ❞, before he took a seat n e x t to him. At the meantime, Ben couldn’t resist but chuckle at Ronnie’s eagerness—a sound akin to a warm embrace. PLEASANT.


　　　❝ Pizza may be the best food out there, but a taco? I can totally dig into this… Ugh, love when life is being kind to us, like, seriously. It’s not everyday you get free delicious tacos, no? ❞ Once Ben finished with his thought, he then took a big b i t e out of his own taco and hummed in DELIGHT.

　　　Oh, yeah, that’s some good stuff right there!


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　　　❝ Ron, help me build a pillow fort! ❞ called Ben, wobbling across the living room to the couch, with his arms wrapped around a few bed cushions. Once he tossed them over, he looked at the window nearby and watched the rain pouring d o w n. Heavy, little strikes against the world—both for the good and bad.

　　　( How the rain was known to be a GIFT for those who breathed with flowers in their throats and vines hanging over their ribcages, and a PUNISHMENT for those whose souls were made of galaxies and m i n d coated in stardust. )

　　　Despite the given atmosphere, all dark and noisy, Ben chose to s m i l e anyway—all bright and accepting. Soon, he returned his ATTENTION to his friend and said,  ❝ Come on, we gotta make our fort so strong that not even Mother Nature can get us with her storms in the end! ❞ Spilling energy with ease, oh, how his eyes shone determination.


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　　　❝ Hey, Maggie, ❞ called Ben, who was searching through the kitchen. The poor kitchen, really, judging by the floor s c a t t e r e d with metal implements, pots, and papers. P a r t of him thought it was unnecessary to check out the drawers and cabinets for this case, but for someone had done random things without realizing, it was for the BEST.

　　　 ❝ Have you seen the tiny pumpkins? I swore I left them on the table here, but… ❞ Eyes widened, Ben gasped and nearly covered his mouth, hands quivering. ❝ Oh my gosh, do you think there’s a ghost in my house? ❞

　　　 A silly thought, perhaps so, though, as Halloween was N E A R, many people believed that would be when the spirits started to take the spotlight with ease. Of course, Ben was one of the many people.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Caleb]　　　Caleb n o t i c e d the way the other was eying him, as he listened to his apology, and immediately, without even thinking, he attempted to do that draw me like one of your French girls pose. But…doing it while sitting on a chair wouldn’t do well. So, the LEAST he could do in this position was resting his elbow against the table, jawline against palm. Heart beating empathy, he nodded and said,


　　　❝ It’s fine, buddy, I can relate to ya big time, but I did! I was just talking about how often I travel my way through here and there for my job, since you did ask me if I live around here. ❞

　　　At the offer, Caleb raised his eyebrows and blinked, surprised. Though, he highly appreciated the kindness from this lovely person, as shown through brown eyes shimmering GRATITUDE, and he chuckled with r o s y cheeks. ❝ Oh, dude, you’re good, don’t worry!… I mean, if you’re really inclined to do such a thing… ❞ Honey stained words spilled from warm, celestial system, his lips curled UP into a starry smile—d e l i g h t e d.

　　　❝ That would be nice. ❞


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　　　Amusement shone across warm eyes, a touch of fondness, as s o f t gaze locked UPON the stranger removing his sweater and handed it over. Caleb flashed him a smile, all BRIGHT and g o l d, as he gently took the clothing from him. Forgiveness on clear display.


　　　❝ Don’t be, bud, you’re good. Though, clearly, you were rocking the Hell outta my sweater, so, I’m free to take ya to where I got it from! ❞ Caleb squinted at his words and furrowed his eyebrows. A few seconds later, his eyes widened slightly and he shook his head at himself. ❝ Oh, that sounds weird, now that I think about it… Let’s introduce each other first before we get into anything, yeah?… I’m Caleb, and you are…? ❞

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　　　Caleb raised his eyebrows when the man giggled. He thought about asking him what was funny, only until the other explained it himself. The ENDEARMENT left his cheeks burning and palms sweaty. Caleb had received many compliments throughout his life, yet, something about them always got his heart squirming. Truly, was it a wonder of what w o r d s could do to a being.

　　　His mouth made a small ❝ o ❞ shape, and, as if the other’s giggles were contagious, he, too, giggled at the end.


　　　❝ Jesus, we just met, and already, you’re killing me. That’s illegal, man, you can’t that. ❞ Though, his tone sounded serious, beneath the statement was a joke. Layer upon layer, overall, Caleb was just TEASING on the man who had the audacity to make him flustered immediately after few seconds of their interaction.

　　　Head tilted, Caleb listened to the man, who was known as Ellis, apparently. Ellis Levitt. ❝ Norwood is my surname. It’s a pleasure to meet cha, Ellis! ❞ His lips curled up into a grin and gave a thumbs up. ❝ Hella rad. This store is great, I promise you. It have cool stuff like video games and TV series merchandise, if you’re into that! ❞

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　　　Eyes l i g h t e n ed up at the thought from Ellis, the man of fiery PASSION and glowing kindness released a laugh. The song of childlike amusement played, with his heart beating joy. ❝ To be honest, I often thought my name sounded like that, so I’m glad someone have the same mind as me, ❞ he replied, shaking his head.

　　　Caleb listened to Ellis’ comment and his lips p a r t e d a bit once more. If Caleb had to be frank here, Ellis does appear to be that kind of person who would work at a store like Game Stop or Hot Topic—casual and nerdy. ❝ Really?! Holy shit, you gotta take me there soon. ❞ beamed Caleb, as he then exited the place to the parking lot.

　　　❝ Have you ever been on a motorcycle before? ❞ he asked Ellis.


　　　❝ Because that’s exactly how we’ll get there. ❞

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　　　❝ I’m making something for a customer of mine. ❞ Mortal hands on metallic tools, Caleb looked away from the prosthetic arm to whoever was questioning him during the dead night. Expression softened at the sight of absentminded smiles and oceanic eyes, he placed the screwdriver and gears on the table and stretched in his seat, s o r e from how long he had put himself in a tight position while working.

　　　Even with the DARKNESS mostly covering over the room, if the other were to see his eyes more closely, he could see his eyes bore s t a r s. Yet, unlike the days, when they would shine joy, they were dimmed, and so was his presence. ❝ Don’t worry about me. I had a few hours of rest, so, I’m alright. ❞ Caleb glanced at the floor and nodded. ❝ Yeah… Yeah, I’m alright, Bast. ❞ he repeated in a whisper, but at HIMSELF mostly.

　　　As if he was trying to convince himself.

　　　Caleb returned his gaze back to Sebastian and smiled, despite how heavy it felt on his lips. Despite how much he was a f r a i d to lose himself in the void. Despite it all.

　　　❝ Now, go back to bed, buddy. Or do you need me to read you a bedtime story? ❞[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Stella]　　　❝ Oh my gosh, you like Hello Kitty?! That’s part of my childhood right there! ❞ Starry eyes widened with childlike wonder, Stella lifted up a huge smile and pointed at the Hello Kitty stickers Poppy had with her, as excitement ran H I G H and fast through celestial vein. Her presence practically g l o w e d. ❝ I have a bunch of Hello Kitty toys at home. I should show them to you one day! ❞


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　　　❝ Do I really have to?… ❞ came a soft whine from the woman of stars and dreams, eyes teary and mind burnt from EXHAUSTION. It settled in her rib cage, and breathed i n f i r m i t y. Heavy bones, heavy heart, heavy brain; how its presence kept trying to pull her down, and down, and d o w n. Though, despite everything, her heart still beat determination as she passed over Roxanne and stopped at the entrance door, her hand waving.

　　　A reassuring gesture, it’s okay.

　　　❝ I promise I’ll return soon, ❞ said Stella, her gaze moving from the doorknob to her concerned friend and smiled. W e a k, noticeable by the corner of her lips quivering, yet, the effort was still there, and that made her STRONG in the end… At least, she thought so. ❝ I just need to get something for a friend of mine. I’ll be on my bed before you know it, Roxie! ❞ Stella turned her head back and rolled the doorknob over. There was a creak from the door, and she shuddered. For some reason.


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　　　 ❝ Oh, I don’t mind that not at all! ❞ Lovely cheeks suffused with peach toned shyness, hand over mouth that soon became s o r e from a starry smile hanging on sweet lips too long, certainly, had the compliment left Stella in SURPRISE. The star child took a quick look over her outfit and giggled, mortal fingers now wrapped around the strap of her backpack, before she continued, ❝ But thank you so much! You look stunning too! ❞ Words coated with amber honey, she happily gave her kindness in return to the stranger.

　　　Stella wished to be just as outgoing as Vyorin. While she may seemed to be socially confident, it wasn’t enough for her to pull a stranger aside and have a friendly small chat with them. Faces carrying b l u r r y intentions, eyes down and ears blocked from the world, she could never be too certain on when would it ever be a good time for her to settle down with anyone new. Nowadays, many beings appeared to be on a hurry or disinterested in the idea of socializing, which she understood.

　　　Though, Stella wouldn’t lie about how incredibly refreshing it was to stumble across someone whose presence glowed rich desires to form NEW connections and be f r e e.

　　　❝ Yes, it is a wonderful day, ❞ agreed Stella, nodding, motion done in great enthusiasm, while joy ran HIGH through starlight veins. ❝ Do you have any plans in particular for today? I was actually planning to get an icecream over there to cool myself down. ❞ She pointed at an icecream shop that was located a couple of feet away from where they were standing and beamed at her potential new friend. ❝ Also, what’s your name? ❞ she then asked. ❝ I’m Stella! Stella Salvator! ❞
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[spoiler=Damian / Past]　　　❝ Hey, hey, hey, do you know who this is? ❞ asked Damian, shoving a Ditto action figure at the younger male’s face. Concept of personal space a b s e n t in celestial mind, only childlike wonder found behind starry eyes and tender demeanor. Even though the other’s gaze was currently PINNED on the device, DETERMINATION yet clung on to Damian as it tried to steal his attention from it. ❝ I got it as a small gift from this kid I spoke to recently,  and I got extremely excited because I love toys, but, uh, I didn’t wanna sound like a jerk or anything, so, I didn’t ask him what he gave me… Um…❞ Damian let its words hung in the air. Silence. Then, a chuckle, sheepish.


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　　　❝ Is a knife really the only way to carve a pumpkin with? ❞ Its question came out slow and thickened with soft consideration akin to h o n e y. Thoughtful, as, at the moment, its attention mostly attached to its own head. Celestial mind attempting to figure out alternative ways for it to use on the fruit, like making out constellations from c o n n e c t i n g stars. Eventually, it only had a black canvas. NOTHING.

　　　Halloween was…an interesting concept. Receiving treats by saying that good, old phrase, ❝ trick or treat! ❞, pulling pranks on others with grins behind masks; pretending to be someone for a night that would hold amber lights and sweet intentions. The creativity these beings had NEVER failed to amaze Damian, at times a bit unsettled from how f a r they could go with this SKILL ( it had seen some dark forms of art while it lingered in certain places the world had to offer. This was what happened if one chose to be amongst monsters, who knew how to disguise themselves as Humans, all in torn out skins, carrying crooked teeth. ).

　　　As much as Damian enjoyed Halloween, there were few parts about the holiday it wasn’t fond of. One being the fact people would use it as an easy access to frighten or harm the POOR HEARTS. Another thing it disliked about it was the knife seemed to be the only option it had to use on its new friend. Deem the latter thought less serious than the former, but, Damian bearing a sensitive soul, it highly hoped what it assumed wasn’t the actual case.

　　　Damian held its pumpkin UP to the other beside it. Wiggly, black lines and shapes against surface, POOR effort given from trembling hands and attention f l i c k e r i n g between reality and its thoughts. If one were to view the fruit carefully, it had a dog face drawn, with a tongue sticking out. Damian planned on using the cut out pieces as ears for it to appear more of what it had in mind. At least it hoped so. It hadn’t done pumpkin carving before ( or it couldn’t recall doing it ), but despite how messy its pumpkin looked, childlike PRIDE still shimmered across its warm eyes.

　　　❝ ‘Cause my pumpkin friend looks super duper cute, and honestly? I will feel horrible if I have to stab it with a knife. Knife is a scary tool to use, and it deserves a better treatment… Can’t I just poke it through with my nails or something? ❞ Afterwards, Damian hugged the pumpkin with its chin resting on it, softened gaze on its friend, ivory teeth gentle on bottom lip.[/spoiler]