𝑰'𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑬 𝑨 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑶

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❝ 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑺𝑬 𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺… 𝑵𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑼𝑮𝑳𝒀…. 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑭𝑬𝑳𝑻 !! ❞

independent, exclusive, && selective original character inspired by kamen rider gavv, kamen rider zeztz, && the locked tomb.

a study in: what it means to be human // the necessity of all emotions // the idolization of the dead. horror themes will be present; proceed at your own discretion.

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𝐂ertain  things  do  not  make  sense  to  it.  some  of  these  things  are  rationally  irrational:  maybe  it  isn’t  meant  to  know,  for  instance,  how  some  birds  fly  silently  or  why  the  moon  is  such  a  specific  distance  away  from  the  earth.  maybe  it  doesn’t  need  to  know  how  eels  reproduce  or,  alternatively,  why  some  sayings  make  less  sense  than  others.  its  life  would  not  be  entirely  destroyed  of  these  things  were  ever  explained  to  it  but,  in  the  absence  of  fuller  context  &&  knowledge,  its  pleasant  obliviousness  to  their  logic  brings  some  kind  of  whimsy  to  its  day-to-day. and  then  there’s  other  things.  money,  for  instance.  it  really,  really,  really  does  not  understand  money.   more  than  that,  however,  it  actively  loathes  the  idea  of  spending  currency  at  all  for  things  people  need.  humans  need  food  to  survive,  so  why  charge  for  it?  humans  need  doctors  &&  nurses  to  stay  healthy,    but  people  want  to  charge  for  that  too!  even  getting  a  ride  somewhere  costs  money!  everything  revolves  ‘round  currency  &&  popularity,  two  devils  which  work  together  in  tandem  to  remind  it  all  too  much  of  the  world  it  ran  away  from. that  being  said,  it  understands  the  process  for  other  transactions.  entertainers,  for  example,  should  be  compensated  for  their  work.  sometimes  that’s  with  money.  other  times,  it  thinks,  that  can  be  satisfied  with  conversation.   case  &&  point,  armed  with  a  frustratingly  glitter-coated  notebook  &&  pen,  its  decided  to  meet  an  artist.  well,  decided  is  a  stretch.  scrunging  together  the  funds  to  actually  pay  for  a  meet-and-greet  is  hell,  evidently,  but  it’s  good  enough  at  quick  labor  to  have  gotten  what  it  needed  in  short  order.   one  might  wonder  why  an  eldritch  thing  like  cavan  wants  to  meet  artists.  why  it  seeks  them  out  as  of  late.  the  answer  is  simple:  artists  perform  emotion.  they  pull  from  deep  &&  personal  bonds  to  create  works  of  music  or  sculpting  that  transfixes  the  mind  &&  strengthens  the  soul.  if  anyone  knows  about  emotion  &&  human  feeling,  its  them. and  so  here  it  is.  human  as  they  come,  waiting  patiently  for  a  particularly  allotted  time  in  an  office.  maybe  it  should  be  out  making  sure  no  contractors  are  causing  trouble,  but…  well,  its  sure  seoul  will  be  fine  for  a  few  hours.  if  it’s  not,  no  one  will  mind  the  dead-eyed  stranger  leaving  the  meet-and-greet  early  to  deal  with  personal  matters.   sure,  it  thinks,  that’s  what  i  can  call  it  if  it  comes  up.  personal  matters.  because  i’m  a  person,  &&  that  matters  to  me.  genius.  

@ghcstwired // starter call !!

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𝐂avan sucks  a  breath  in  through  its  teeth,  holds  it  for  three  seconds,  &&  exhales  harshly  through  its  nose.  then  it  dives. if  it  were  going  through  water,  the  dive  would  be  immaculate.  no  splash  would  be  made  as  it  dipped  beneath  the  surface  of  some  grand  &&  sweeping  pool;  no  waves  channeled,  no  lilies  disturbed.  its  entry  would  be  renown  for  its  complete  lack  of  impact  on  the  surrounding  surface,  &&  the  few  who  might  have  caught  sight  of  it  would  dream  of  it  for  decades  after.   if  it  were  going  through  the  water,  cavan  would  be  gone  once  surface  tension  was  broken  &&  its  body  submerged.  it  would  be  a  bolt  of  heinous  violet,  white,  &&  red  —  a  bullet  aiming  for  posedon’s  heart ( aim made true  by  some  scornful  nymph. ) if  it  were  going  through  water,  it  would  have  time  to  reposition.  it  could  curl  itself  amid  its  self-made  current  &&  adjust  for  the  oncoming  wall.  it  would  twist  &&  press  the  pads  of  its  feet  against  the  other  end  of  the  pool,  then  kick  off  back  in  the  direction  from  whence  it  came.   the  air  does  not  afford  it  such  grace.  cavan  takes  it  anyways.   its  body  twists  as  it  shoots  downwards  like  a  god-sent  spike;  it  flips,  positioning  its  feet  to  strike  the  concrete  first  rather  than  its  head.  the  impact  should  crack  the  stone.  it  should  leave  a  crater  in  the  alleyway.  it  should  make  a  goddamn  thunder-clap.   instead  it  makes  nothing.  the  impact  is  cushioned  entirely  by  the  sudden  flare  of  tendrils  across  its  legs  &&  feet,  silencing  what  should  have  been  the  equivalent  of  an  entire  looney  tunes  effect  catalogue  going  off  between  two  buildings.  the  tendrils  ease  themselves  back  into  their  disguised  form,  &&  it  becomes  fully  human  once  more. it  takes  another  breath,  wrings  out  its  hands,  &&  exits  the  alley.   here’s  the  good  part  about  human  society  as  of  late:  nobody  minds  odd-looking  people.  its  dead  eyes,  for  instance,  can  simply  be  mistaken  as  cosplay  contacts.  specifically  nobody  minds  costumes  as  long  as  they’re  near  a  rather  large  building  nearby,  some  kind  of  hall  or  other  dedicated  to  various  superhero  franchises.  a  convention,  it  thinks  it  was  called.  tucked  beneath  its  arm  is  a  glittery  notebook  &&  equally  horrifically  sparkled  pen.  it  holds  tight  to  both  as  it  heads  towards  the  convention  hall  doors,  then  slips  inside.   it  has  a  mission,  you  see.  it  was  autographs.  well,  okay.  it  wants  a  autograph.  it wants to know of art. where  the  heck  would  an  idol  be  at  a  place  like  this…? 

@lovlorne // starter call !!

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𝐈t  is  not  a  fool.  though  one  may  be  easily  convinced  otherwise  —  given  its  tendency  to  stumble  about  &&  trip  o’er  its  own  words  in  any  given  conversation  —  cavan  is  not  an  idiot.  humanity  is  a  dastardly  confusing  thing,  you  see,  especially  to  an  outsider;  their  mannerisms  &&  ways  of  going  about  social  activity  are  so  damningly  foreign  that  to  think  of  their  conventions  too  much  gives  it  a  headache.  you  have  to  be  polite,  but  not  too  polite.  you  have  to  maintain  eye  contact,  but  not  too  much  eye  contact.   still,  cavan  likes  to  consider  itself  decently  accustomed  to  the  oddity  of  humanity  by  now.  it  knows  things  are  confusing.  it  fully  understands  that  it  will  never  completely  get  why  people  are  the  way  they  are.  they  are  precious  regardless  of  how  many  headaches  they  give  it… …  but  man,  if  that  love  isn’t  being  tested.  if  it  doesn’t  have  to  remind  itself  that  it  does,  in  fact,  love  these  people  dearly. case  &&  point:  why  did  humans  design  a  system  of  trains  so  ridiculously  complicated  ?! it  has  stood  here  for  the  past  ten  minutes,  looking  between  the  half-crumpled  map  of  routes  &&  the  larger  map  plastered  on  the  tunnel’s  wall  &&  back  again.  its  brows  furrow  at  first  with  confusion,  then  frustration,  then  a  bitter  blend  of  the  two.  it  looks  away  from  the  map  ever  so  briefly  to  glance  to  the  left  &&  right  of  itself,  then  back  to  the  piece  of  paper.   this  late  at  night,  i  probably  won’t  find  anyone  to  ask  for  help  unless  they  come  in  on  the  next  train…  i  could  always  ask  the  staff  in  the  meantime,  but…  wouldn’t  that  be  bothering  them?   it  taps  its  foot  against  the  ground.  bites  its  lower  lip  until  it  starts  to  bleed. i  could  just  run,  but…  oh  yes,  it  could  bound  between  rooftops.  however  a  small  problem  exists:  the  last  time  it  did  that,  it  saw  no  less  than  ten  posts  online  about  a  shadowy  figure  lurking  around  on  the  tops  of  different  buildings.  it  did  nothing  but  scare  people.  granted  it  probably  could  have  stayed  farther  from  the  edge  to  keep  from  being  seen,  but  seoul  has  very  pretty  lights,  &&  watching  people  from  so  high  up  is  a  great  way  to  relieve  stress.   it  shakes  its  head,  huffs,  &&  refocuses.   ❝  if  i  can’t  figure  this  out…  i’ll  just  die.  ❞  it  nods  resolutely,  muttering entirely  to  itself.  ❝  i’ll  die  for  a  little  bit,  &&  then  it’ll  be  better  when  i’m  not  dead.  ❞  a  beat  passes.  it  hangs  its  head.   ❝  i  hate  it here…  ❞

@ichorkind // starter call !!

[degenerateshinji]

tragic backstory when fujimoto

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STARTER CALL. first official one for this fool. tap the heart to get a lil starter from a guy of all time !!

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OOC. good morning, witness doodles of my cringefail emotional support parasite.

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𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞…

#BRINGRUIN. an original character inspired by tokusotsu and shonen anime with heavy focus on themes of emotional intelligence, how capitalism corrupts, and the necessity of feeling. as adored by tally (he/it, 25).

𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 !!

[thomeru]

Heh..

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𝐋et  us  review  on  how  it  wound  up  in  this  unenviable  position,  face  beneath  the  heel  of  a  beast  &&  human  disguise  now  splotched  with  violent  purple  &&  yellow  bruises.   bare  with  us,  kind  audience.  this  is  not  a  terribly  long  affair.   cavan  had  made  a  point  as  of  late  to  not  draw  attention  to  itself.  memories  of  a  blow  meant  for  it  &&  a  body  still  clung  to  the  back  of  its  eyelids;  the  emotions  of  the  humans  around  it  made  its  stomach  churn  in  both  envy  &&  hunger,  albeit  neither  was  fully  recognized  nor  accepted  by  their  owner.  if  it  could  lay  low  &&  find  somewhere  to  hide  while  it  figured  out  what  it  wanted  to  do  -  how  it  wanted  to  proceed  in  this  newfound  world  -  then  it  might  have  been  able  to  piece  together  a  plan  of  attack.   humans  were  not  necessarily  perceptive  things,  after  all.  alert,  certainly,  but  not  perceptive.  they  were  the  same  species  which  would  react  with  paranoia  &&  fear  to  any  particularly  loud  sound  at  night,  but  not  recognize  the  cause  of  it  in  the  moment,  nor  be  able  to  recall  the  details  of  the  street  ‘round  the  when  they  heard  it.  no,  cavan  didn’t  have  to  be  worried  about  humans  finding  it  out.   creatures  such  as  the  one  pinning  its  face  to  the  concrete  were  an  entirely  different  story.  it  isn’t  even  sure  how  the  thing  pieced  together  that  it  was  the  artificial  misfortune.  it’s  disguise  is  a  near  flawless  one,  barring  the  eyes  -  so  did  that  spare  glance  it  sent  in  the  once-hidden  monster’s  direction  give  it  away?   no  time  for  that  now.  the  heel  presses  deeper  against  its  cheek.  a  molar  cracks.  the  only  saving  grace  it  has,  cavan  thinks,  is  that  these  things  are  ones  to  draw  out  suffering  -  if  only  for  the  sake  of  getting  a  little  more  pay  from  the  barons  commanding  them. cavan  sucks  a  breath  in  through  his  teeth.  ❝ 𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵 !! ❞  is  hissed  out  on  the  exhale.   tendrils  whip  around  his  body.  they  swallow  the  disguise  with  a  desperate  hunger,  jabbing  outwards  in  all  directions.  their  brief  onslaught  is  enough  to  push  the  malis  off  from  him;  it  hurtles  backwards,  barely  staying  upright.   ❝  choice  is  yours,  ❞  wheezes  the  artificial  misfortune,    ❝  abandon  your  greed  or…  uh…  ❞ the  contractor  hisses,  “ or  what!? ”   cavan  throws  his  hands  up  -  the  motion  disturbs  the  swishing  motion  of  the  scarf-like  tendrils  behind  it  -  &&  replies  with  equal  frustration,  ❝  give  me  a  second  to  come  up  with  a  good  consequence,  okay  ?!  i’m  new  to  this  !!  ❞ in  a  way,  it’s  stalling.  it  cannot  win  this  fight  alone.  the  contractor  knows  that.  cavan  knows  that.  it’s  stammering  to  find  a  good  consequence  for  continuing  on  the  avaricious  path  -  which,  evidently,  the  badger-like  malis  will  happily  do  -  is  in  equal  parts  genuine  &&  an  attempt  to  see  if  the  universe  will  grant  it  some  kind  of  aid.   what’re  the  odds  of  that,  though…!?  it  raises  its  hands  into  a  boxer’s  stance,  a  poorly  mimicked  one  from  the  last  match  it  watched  on  a  thrown-out  television.  think,  cavan,  think !! 

@miraculpa // quick starter for argos !!

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&. 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐬* 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  dialogue  prompts  taken  from  thunderbolts*  (2025),  directed  by  jake schreier.  feel  free  to  edit  and  change  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

❛ there is something wrong with me. an emptiness. ❜

❛ you weren’t listening to me. it’s like your mind is somewhere else. ❜

❛ do you think i like taking orders? ❜

❛ you shoot, i dodge. ❜

❛ you guys can never aim for shit. ❜

❛ can you please just say it normal? ❜

❛ how long has it been, huh? a year? ❜

❛ so you… you feel fulfilled? ❜

❛ look around you. i’m miserable. ❜

❛ the light inside you is dim even by eastern european standards. ❜

❛ i've just been wondering, you know, like, what… is the point? in any of this? ❜

❛ the point of work is fame and fortune. fortune buys friends, and love, and a lot of cool clothes. ❜

❛ why do you have this photo out? ❜

❛ we were so bad. ❜

❛ you were happy. ❜

❛ i’ll make you something. ❜

❛ yeah, this just isn’t working for me anymore. ❜

❛ i need you to follow the target inside and find out what she intends to steal. ❜

❛ you’re not even my target. ❜

❛ i’m not here for you. ❜

❛ i know who you are and what you’re doing. ❜

❛ what am i doing? ❜

❛ you’re working me. you’re trying to get me on your side. ❜

❛ you say you know who i am, so you know my story. and you know i didn’t have a choice who i worked for. but you do. ❜

❛ it’s my business card. in case you need some help or you wanna share some secret hidden evidence. ❜

❛ i’m not sure what’s happening here, but you’re all exhausting and my job is done, so... ❜

❛ god only knows the blood on your hands. ❜

❛ pretty ludicrous coming from the dimestore captain america. ❜

❛ that was funny. thank you. we needed that. ❜

❛ it was getting so tense in here for a second. ❜

❛ all right, um… tie yourselves up. ❜

❛ next time, why don’t you just text me like a normal person? ❜

❛ we don’t need to go rogue in the darkness, or whatever you people do. ❜

❛ what exactly are we looking for? ❜

❛ we’re looking for not stupid questions. ❜

❛ hey. didn’t think you’d come back. thanks. ❜

❛ are you hurt? ❜

❛ no, i’m fine. i’m fine. ❜

❛ you do not seem fine. ❜

❛ yeah, well, we’ve only just met. this is… this is how i am. ❜

❛ well, you guys should just go without me. it’ll be easier. ❜

❛ we all feel like shit sometimes. and loneliness, i get that. and that that darkness gets... pretty enticing. ❜

❛ you shove it way down. you just... push it down. ❜

❛ let’s just stick together until we make it to the surface, and after that, you can start a fight with a super soldier. get yourself killed. i don’t care. ❜

❛ so, none of us fly? what, do we all just punch and shoot? ❜

❛ you do not want to start the whole sob story game. i win. ❜

❛ well, you were just a kid, so… ❜

❛ i just think it might be nice to know that you didn’t really know any better. ❜

❛ cucumber, cucumber, cucumber. ❜

❛ growing up, somebody told me that you can stop a sneeze if you confuse your brain. i always just yelled “cucumber.” ❜

❛ you’re the boss now? cute. ❜

❛ anyone else have any pointless childhood stories to tell? ❜

❛ i will fight. you stay behind me. ❜

❛ i’ve always had these episodes since i was a kid. there’s a high, then there’s a big low, and then my memory just goes blank. ❜

❛ you were right, she definitely wants us dead. ❜

❛ this has the makings of a team that can raise to glory. a team that can bring light from the darkness. a team of heroes that can be on the wheaties box and have little kiddie toy… ❜

❛ let’s just forget about them, and let’s focus on you. and how perfect you are. ❜

❛ isn’t that what you want? to be accepted? to be chosen? ❜

❛ no one else sees it, but i do. and i think maybe your past is what makes you so perfect. ❜

❛ look, i’ve been where you are. you can run, but it doesn’t go away. sooner or later it catches up to you, and when it does, it’s too late. so you can either do something about it now, or live with it forever. ❜

❛ you want to be good? or do you want to be somebody who changes the world? ❜

❛ you can do anything. ❜

❛ i'm the only one who knows what your true potential is. and it’s limitless. ❜

❛ i don’t wanna hurt you guys. why don’t you just turn yourselves in? ❜

❛ you can trust me. i know you. ❜

❛ they’re not a threat to me, so why do i need to kill them? ❜

❛ there is no “us.” there is no “we.” ❜

❛ you’re not a hero. you’re not even a good person. ❜

❛ why would a god take orders from anyone at all? ❜

❛ i’m starting to think maybe you don’t know what i am. or what i’m capable of. ❜

❛ i'm not afraid of you. ❜

❛ well, then, chase me forever. ❜

❛ If you cared, you would have called. ❜

❛ i’m sorry. i don’t know how to do this. i’m not good at it. ❜

❛ i didn’t think you wanted me. ❜

❛ i’m late, but i’m… i’m here now. ❜

❛ all i do is sit and look at my phone and think of all the terrible things that i’ve done. ❜

❛ when i look at you, i don’t see your mistakes. ❜

❛ aren’t you tired of fighting? let me help you. ❜

❛ you can’t outrun the emptiness. ❜

❛ it’s what you said. we’re all alone. all of us. ❜

❛ i have these good days, you know? where i feel invincible. but then there are a lot of bad days when i remember that nothing matters, you know? ❜

❛ so you’re just gonna sit here and let it take over? ❜

❛ well, there’s no use in fighting it. ❜

❛ at least i found a nice room. the other rooms are much worse. ❜

❛ you can’t stuff it down. you can’t hold it in all alone. no one can. we have to let it out. ❜

❛ even if it doesn’t make the emptiness go away, i promise you it will feel lighter. ❜

❛ we can find a way out of here together. will you try and leave here with me? ❜

❛ there’s no death here. the pain only gets worse. ❜

❛ i have a great past, so i’m totally fine. ❜

❛ the most shameful thing of all was thinking you could be anything more than nothing. ❜

❛ wait. you think they care about you? you don’t matter. to anyone. ❜

❛ i’m stronger than you. ❜

❛ you thought you were gonna be some great man? some savior? you can’t even save yourself. ❜

❛ we will always be alone. ❜

❛ i’m here. ❜

❛ it will always be just us. ❜

❛ we’re losing credibility. which we had very little to begin with. ❜

❛ we’re running out of space? It’s impossible. this building is enormous. ❜

❛ i did the dishes though. ❜

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OOC. drew a reference sheet for cavan's hero form + some side doodles... your honor, it's a fuckin' dweeb.

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𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞…

#BRINGRUIN. an original character inspired by tokusotsu and shonen anime with heavy focus on themes of emotional intelligence, how capitalism corrupts, and the necessity of feeling. as adored by tally (he/it, 25).

𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 !!

[dnines]

極楽街 2巻 / Gokurakugai, vol.2.

[natimimir]

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𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞…

#BRINGRUIN. an original character inspired by tokusotsu and shonen anime with heavy focus on themes of emotional intelligence, how capitalism corrupts, and the necessity of feeling. as adored by tally (he/it, 25).

𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 !!

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