LOVE YOU TO DEATH

[chukular]

iatrical ASKED:

hey bestie ♥

                                                              「 🔪 🔪 🔪 」

                  "Hey bestie. ♥”

[chukular]

REALLY RIDICULOUSLY DETAILED CHARACTER STATS.

FULL NAME: Shuu Iwamine. He’s gone by plenty of other aliases, though. NICKNAME(S): Iwameanie, ninja doctor, Snufkin, Assistant Branch Manager of Darkness, Isa. AGE: Late twenties. MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: INTJ. BIRTH DATE: December 12th. ETHNICITY: Chukar partridge. PLACE OF BIRTH: Japan. GENDER IDENTITY: Cis male. PREFERRED PRONOUN(S): He/Him. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: He doesn’t care enough to think about it. There’s only ever been one person he’s cared for, anyway. RELIGION: Atheism. OCCUPATION: Despite being a globally recognized figure in science and medicine he’s working as a school nurse at the prestigious St. Pigeonation’s. In reality he’s a Hawk Party agent working undercover within the school. FACE CLAIM: Himself.

Relationships

PARENTS: Shuu Iwamine was born to rich parents and an affluent family as Utsuro Ichijou. They were neglectful; he was lonely. While not outright abusive there was a total lack of emotional connection within the family. When they died in a human terrorist attack he felt relieved to be rid of them. SIBLINGS: He is an only child. SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): None. CHILDREN: Miru and Kaku, his unofficial adoptees. They’re failed lab experiments left behind by a senior researcher within the Hawk Party he’d worked under and admired a long time ago. LEVEL OF SEXUAL EXPERIENCE: None. Have you seen him? Have you played through his route? His entire backstory is being an incel. STORY OF FIRST KISS: He hasn’t had one. A SOCIAL PERSON? Very much not. He only ever spends time around other people when he’s trying to get something out of them. HOW DO THEY THINK OTHERS PERCEIVE THEM? He could genuinely care less. HOW DO OTHERS ACTUALLY PERCEIVE THEM? They are all terrified of him. He’s got a horrendous reputation and an even worse track record of behaviour. Spending time around him alone is known to bring people down with terrible afflictions.

Physical Traits

EYE COLOR(S): A deep, surprisingly pretty violet. HAIR COLOR(S): Brown. HEIGHT: 5′11. WEIGHT: 120 lbs. BODY BUILD: He’s very lean and underweight, albeit not to an exceptionally alarming extent. He’s still notably thin. GLASSES? CONTACTS? Glasses, and necessary ones at that. He’s blind as a bat without the things. STYLE OF DRESS/TYPICAL OUTFITS: Sweater vests atop button down shirts, violet slacks, ugly ties and lab coats. He’s literally colourblind, so on occasion his clothes don’t really match. He usually gets neutral colours to avoid it. JEWELRY? TATTOOS? PIERCINGS? None. ATHLETIC? Absolutely the heck not. He doesn’t work out at all, and thanks to the injuries he sustained as a child he’s got hemiparesis down his right side preventing him from wanting to try more vigorous activity. HOW DO THEY WALK: He’s incredibly light footed, to the point where he can move around almost soundlessly. Despite that he’s pretty slow; thanks to his hemiparesis he’s got a limp. HOW DO THEY SMELL LIKE: Like antiseptic and rubbing alcohol covered up with some surprisingly pricy cologne. WHAT’S THEIR POSTURE LIKE? A bit of a slouch. He’s hunched over his work often.

Phobias and Diseases

PHOBIA(S): Fear of ??? (literally who knows. He definitely frets often about being unable to control his own emotions, though). MENTAL DISEASE(S): A lot. PHYSICAL DISEASE(S): Also a lot, though these are easier to list. Hemiparesis down his right side and being colourblind are his two biggest ones. WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED? Around the age of ten, following a violent explosion he’d been caught up in.

Intellect

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: Advanced graduate degree. LEVEL OF SELF-ESTEEM: Moderately high. GIFTS/TALENTS: He’s a literal genius, having served as the head of the Hawk Party’s LiSciRe department as a teenager. One of his past assumed identities was as a public prosecutor too, so he’s got plenty of both legal and medical know-how. SHORTCOMINGS: His entire personality and his total inability to process any emotion other than schadenfreude and frustration take the cake, but he’s got other ones, too. STYLE OF SPEECH: Formal, but not polite. He goes out of his way to creep people out and seems to take trollish delight in upsetting people and being blatant about his illegal activities around others. “LEFT BRAIN” OR “RIGHT BRAIN” THINKER: Whichever one science is. ARTISTIC? Not in the slightest. MATHEMATICAL? With all his being. MAKES DECISIONS BASED MOSTLY ON EMOTIONS, OR ON LOGIC? He claims to be entirely logical, and to his credit he does a fairly good job at putting out that sort of persona. Unfortunately for him the reality is that everything he does tends to revolve around the emotions he feels towards his late mentor. MOST SENSITIVE ABOUT/VULNERABLE TO: His own feelings. OPTIMIST OR PESSIMIST? Pessimist, though he’d call it being a realist. EXTROVERT OR INTROVERT? Introvert. He isn’t shy, he just hates people.

Details/Quirks

NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD? Night owl. He crashes on his desk more often that not. LIGHT OR HEAVY SLEEPER? Light sleeper. FAVORITE FOOD: Stretchy gummy candy. LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: None. He’ll eat most things. COFFEE OR TEA? Tea. CRUNCHY OR SMOOTH PEANUT BUTTER? Crunchy. LEFTY OR RIGHTY? Lefty. His right side is difficult to use. FAVORITE COLOR? Red. CUSSER? Not really, no. SMOKER? DRINKER? DRUG USER? He likes keeping control of himself and being aware of his surroundings, so not really. PETS? No, but he does keep Miru and Kaku around. They’re more pseudo-kids than pets, though.

tagged by: myself! took this from a different blog of mine tagging: ANYBODY WHO WANTS TO DO IT ☆ JUST SAY PIGEON TAGGED YOU ☆☆☆

[chukular]

no better way to kick things back off than with a good ol’ fashioned STARTER CALL

[promptfairy]

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

    send the corresponding symbol(s) for headcanons surrounding the given topic(s)!

🍍  :    how comfortable is my muse in their body?  how do they feel about their height,  weight,  strength,  and body type?  how important is being attractive to them?   🍅  :    how does my muse feel about plastic  /  cosmetic surgeries   &   procedures?  is it something they have done or would do?  do they mind if others do it?   🍏  :    how stable is my muse’s physical health?  do they go for regular or semi-regular checkups by a physician?  do they have any diagnosed illnesses and / or take any medication?  how often do they get sick? 🍎  :    how stable is my muse’s mental health?  have they been diagnosed with any mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they have any undiagnosed mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they or should they attend therapy?   🍑  :    how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance?  do they spend a lot of time on their hair,  makeup,  grooming,  and clothing?  is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?   🍒  :    how much does my muse value companionship?  do they constantly keep people around them,  or do they prefer to be alone often?  do they have or desire to have many friends?  do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?   🍇  :    how would my muse describe their childhood?  how much has it impacted the person they are now,  or will become as an adult?  around what age did they or will they start to mature,  and why?  do they wish to go back to their days as a child,  or have they embraced adulthood?   🍐  :    how intelligent is my muse overall?  are they smarter than the average person,  or less than?  are they primarily self-taught,  or did they acquire most of their knowledge in school?  are they more street smart or book smart?   🍉  :    which of the four seasons suits my muse best,  and why?   🍌  :    is my muse inclined to help others,  or will they only do it when it benefits them,  if at all?  what makes them this way?  has it ever gotten them into trouble,  or inconvenienced them?  🍊  :    does my muse desire romance?  is it something they would actively seek out,  or prefer to happen more  ‘  naturally?  ’  what is their love life like?  do they have any exes or past flings,  or crushes?   🍓  :    how is my muse typically seen by others?  does it ring true to who they really are?  does their reputation matter to them?  🥝  :    does my muse have any  ‘  unusual  ’  habits,  interests,  and  /  or talents?  do they hide it,  or are they proud of it?   🍋  :    what kind of diet does my muse have?  do they eat regularly,  or the standard 2-3 meals a day?  do they have to be reminded to eat,  or are they likely to remind others?  do they cook,  or have others cook for them?  do they eat healthily,  or not so much?   🥭  :    how important to my muse is their hometown,  or where they’re from?  are they proud of it,  or considered a hometown hero?  did they move away,  or do they wish to?

[chukular]

no better way to kick things back off than with a good ol’ fashioned STARTER CALL

[chukular]

                                                               YOU LOVED ME, DID YOU NOT? > YES

> YES

> YES

                                                            ——

            INDIE SHUU IWAMINE                               FROM                  HATOFUL BOYFRIEND + HOLIDAY STAR                                                                             PLAYED BY PIGEON ♡

[chukular]

hi I’m back babey

I really want to come back to rping here but I think I need a full reset at this point since it’s been so long, so from here on out it’s all fresh!! I really look forward to being back here!!

[mirukaku]

merikuri guys

[chukular]

chukular​:

idk if I’ve ever gone over it before BUT since I play both BBL and Holiday Star Shuu on here, here’s the difference:

BAD BOYS’ LOVE ROUTE:

Shuu fulfills the promise. Or tries to, anyway. He experiments on Nageki and Anghel, he murders the protagonist and uses her body to make Labour 9, he injects Ryouta with the Charon Virus and he plots to wipe out mankind like a good and loyal member of the Hawk Party, all in the name of fulfilling a very literal interpretation of a wish his dead unrequited love’s son gave him. He fails to obliterate humanity in the end and winds up stuck under the care of Hitori under the guise of Kazuaki, where he doesn’t have the best time in the world because the man hates him for experimenting on and causing the death of his adoptive little brother.

HOLIDAY STAR ROUTE:

Shuu begins to work to fulfill the promise. He experiments on Nageki and Anghel, but stops short of murdering the protagonist and infesting Ryouta with the remains of the virus’ original host because at some point it dawns on him that, hey, Ryuuji wanted him to make his son happy and not miserable, so he takes to fulfilling the promise in an alternate way — he does what he does in the game and defends Ryouta from immediate harm when the opportunity arises, but he’s still as cold and morose as ever. Along the way he takes Miru and Kaku in as a sort of parental figure to them.

[chukular]

THORN IN MY SIDE:

A sadistic grin crept up to Tohri’s face at the sound of Shuu’s forehead knocking against the window and his cry that followed. This is exactly what Tohri was aiming for! His magnificent plan is finally coming to fruition!!

Thinking that, he tossed the cane away ( it tumbled comfortably into the grass ) and grabbed Shuu by the collar of his shirt with both hands.

“Now I got youuuuuuu~!!!  ”

It was a little messier than in his imagination due to the unforeseen new injury to his shoulder—Tohri steered Shuu’s obedient body. The doctor was lifted up from where he stood, and flew out through the window along, with Tohri. They collided, Shuu’s face with the fur on Tohri’s cape specifically. But, as long as he takes on a proper and safe pose, their fall to the ground shouldn’t be as painful!

In an almost romantic embrace, keyword almost, the two men were gliding through the air, with Tohri’s cape fanning out like an angel’s wings, or, you know… Looked like someone that was about to land ass-first into a bush, with a disabled, and very angry little man in his arms.

 ( …Thud. )

“  Ahhh!  You’re still alive, yes?  You’ve gotta be!  You can’t die just yet, hahaha~!  ” Tohri only cleared his throat and changed his grasp on Shuu, for a tight embrace around the doctor’s upper body. “  Agh, on another hand, this fall was not my slickest, or my proudest. Gh, I may have underestimated your weight, and my arm… ”

                                                              「 🔪 🔪 🔪 」

                  "Unhand me at once!! You---!!”

                  There was no time left to say anything more. Tohri had taken a tight enough hold on his collar that Shuu’s first thoughts turned toward the wrinkles he’d be leaving pressed into his shirt over any immediate danger he might have been in, but the pheasant wasted no time in getting his mind back on track. Partridges may not have been the strongest fliers, but that wasn’t stopping Shuu from flying out the window guided by his old coworker’s tugging. The momentum coupled with the harsh blow he’d taken to the face already dislodged his glasses and sent them tumbling into the grass. His hands shot out after them in an effort to capture them before they got out of reach, but all he managed to latch onto was the hemming of Tohri’s cape before the two of them fell into an unceremonious heap in the dirt.

                  Between taking such a blow to the head, losing his glasses and cane and being sent hurdling through the air, Shuu was dazed and discombobulated. Even all that was not enough to keep him so out of things that his skin did not crawl at the feeling of Tohri’s arms winding their way around his sides.

                  Evidently Shuu hadn’t yet learnt his lesson. He wound back with his left arm and aimed a punch at what he imagined would be the general direction of his ex-coworker’s face --- it was difficult to make out without being able to see properly.

                  "Don’t touch me!!”

                  "... You’ve done nothing but waste my time, even now. Can you not see that I am at work?? At this rate you’ll owe me every flight feather you have for causing such a disruption to my day.”

[chukular]

going through the manga again for icons like 🙃

[chukular]

OH GODDAMNIT:

In that moment when Tohri couldn’t tell if his words had any effect on Shuu or whether he had already left the infirmary, he pressed his ear closer to the glass. His face paled when he heard the sound of impending stomping in the window’s direction.

Obviously he wasn’t  “ startled ”  or  “ scared ”.  he blinds simply rolled up, and the windows swung open so quickly, that he had no one but his point-on reflexes to thank for flinching away in that second.

A sharp pain on the shoulder, missing mere centimetres from his head, earned a pitifully falsetto yelp out of the pheasant. As with all injuries, the pain wasn’t felt until a second later. What was sharp initially was followed by a low and dull feeling, and at that point Tohri’s adrenaline made that a mostly irrelevant sensation. It was bound to leave a bruise, for sure — but not hard enough to shatter the clavicle.

He’s got the choice to either leap into the window of opportunity, no pun intended, and pummel right onto the doctor, or… pull the doctor to himself, so that they both fall backwards into the bushes. The infirmary is on ground-level, and technically Shuu’s fall would be cushioned by Tohri either way. This could work.

“  Come here, you…!!  ”

Without hesitation, Tohri grabbed the cane by the shaft.

And brashly pulled it towards himself—!!

                                                              「 🔪 🔪 🔪 」

                  Missing was far from unexpected, but landing a lacklustre hit on Tohri’s shoulder instead of cracking his cane into his skull prompted the doctor into clicking his tongue in distain. Things would all have gone much more smoothly if he’d done the doctor a favour and let him give him the concussion he so sorely needed. Shuu readjusted his footing, having taken the time to ready his stance once more for a second blow, but as he reeled back with his cane once again another, much stronger tug yanked him forward.

                  Tohri had seized his walking cane and was presumably attempting to wrench it out of his hands. The doctor would likely have made some snide remark about stealing a cane from a man suffering from hemiparesis had it not been for the fact that he had refused to let go, which meant that he was sent hurdling forward towards the pheasant. On his way out the window his forehead collided hard with the windowpane, eliciting a very uncharacteristic yelp from Shuu. As quick as his mind was, his reflexes were dull and slow. It was only after he’d been sent careening out the window that he finally released his grip on his walking stick, and that it itself was only so he could clamp both hands down atop his throbbing forehead to try stemming the ache radiating out of the bruise that he could already feel forming.

                  Hopefully Tohri was aiming for the two of them to collide, because with him blocking the window there was nowhere else for Shuu to go.

                  "You--- imbecile---!!”

[kingkazuaki]

shuu….

||Source||Artist Credit: Moa/Hatoking||

[chukular]

STOP SAYING THAT NAME:

A brief staring contest must’ve taken place, which to Tohri, in his mind, took a long enough few seconds that he managed to start yet another mental monologue.

Ahh… The day has finally come, where we come face to face, you and I. It feels like a century since the last time our faces were this close. Your deep twilight eyes peering into the gold of mine, your hideous little conceited face. He must be trembling in his oxfords! What is the man thinking, I wonder? Has he become stunned by the sheer epicness of my armament?!

     Hahahaha!! Just now you thought ‘I surrender’ haven’t you? Go on! Say it! Say ‘uncle’!

     —the blinds shut down.

…

     “  WHAT!!!  ”

Tohri scrambled from side to side of the window to catch just a sliver of the infirmary from between the blinds.  “  What kind of—!!!  You absolute coward—!!!  You there!!!  ISA SOUMA!!!  ”  The banging on the window ensued. St. Pigeonation’s has pathetic security system and the quality of the windows is no exception. Tohri definitely could smash the window and lunge onto Shuu if he so desired, but without a doubt that would cause injury to himself as well.

“  What are you doing in there?!  ” The pheasant yelled, “  You’re not thinking about leaving, are you?  You’re just gonna get up and ignore your responsibilities?!  How expected!  Just shutting the blinds and leaving the only living and breathing person who cares about you in the mud!

          How expected, of Kawara Ryuuji’s favorite!

That… good-for-nothing traitor raised you well!”

                                                              「 🔪 🔪 🔪 」

                                                                           Unacceptable.

                  The way that Tohri spoke was unacceptable. It was unacceptable because ranting and raving about ‘Isa Souma’ and ‘Kawara Ryuuji’ in a school with known Dove Party activity ran the risk of someone more competent than Yuuya coming to cause trouble for him, and not at all due to the vice-grip that accursed name had on his heart, still, even after all the years that had gone by. Emotionally he’d always run cold, but there was something about listening to someone, Tohri especially, speaking ill of his deceased mentor that brought a red-hot rage bubbling up into the pit of his stomach without a second thought. Either way, Tohri would get his immediate wish granted: Shuu would step away from the door leading out of the infirmary and move quite swiftly by his standards back over to the window, would pull the blinds back up, would go so far as to pull the window up so that it was wide open---

                  --- and then would reel back, brandishing his cane as thought it were a baseball bat. There was a rare fury to the way his expression contorted that he would insist was owed to Tohri’s stupidity putting his latest alias in danger, and not from anything as trivial as---

                  When would he stop obsessing over the past, already?!

                  "I told you to leave.”

                  To attack the pheasant head-on was ill-advised. Tohri was significantly stronger than Shuu was, and his disabilities made it difficult to manoeuvre around swiftly, but the doctor still brought his cane down aiming to slam the thing with all his meagre might into the golden pheasant’s skull.

[chukular]

NO THANKS:

     Tohri made sure to stop his tapping when the doctor on the other side spoke to him, and showcased that canister. He had to scoff.

  “  Hoho… So you’re proposing a duel, at last!”

     Of course, it was impossible to bring in one of Tohri’s larger masterpieces through the window, but that is absolutely no problem. Convenience and efficiency are the key, and thus in the recent times Tohri has been busy creating  ‘ dematerializers ’  the size of a shotgun. Thus, Tohri reached into the depths of his mantle, and pulled out a sleek ray gun, coated almost entirely in an obnoxious gold, with little golden wings around the handle as well.

      “  Behold, the Nishikikouji Masterpiece No. 632, The Miniature Optical Weapon         DIMENSION BOMBER~!           …※ still in it’s beta phase, brittle, oh so brittle, but absolutely deadly!  ”

     The absolute madman of a pheasant gave Shuu a grin, stroking the ray gun  “  Well come on, you coward!  Open the window!  Let me in, so I can show you my far more superior weapon! Our battle will be 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲!  ”

                                                              「 🔪 🔪 🔪 」

                  A duel? At what point had he ever brought up a duel? What he’d proposed was a swift and altogether exceptionally unpleasant death delivered via chemicals --- an altogether fitting end, he had to think, for the exceptionally unpleasant pheasant refusing to leave him alone. It had mostly been a bluff on his part ( since he wanted to save the drugs to observe the effects on much more interesting victims, and not at all out of any mercy, of course ), but Tohri had actually brought a weapon with him, it seemed.

                  And Shuu, as always, remained unflappable and wholly unfazed.

                  The canister was returned to his pocket without a word, but before he could give Tohri any excuse to think of anything he was doing as an admission of defeat or of submission Doctor Iwamine straightened himself out, took a moment to rub a bit of the soreness that came with squatting out of his knees, reached out and lowered the blinders over the window. If Tohri could see through them at all he might have been able to chance a sneak peek at the doctor picking up his cane and gathering his things into a duffel bag at his desk. Not even midday and already time to go home, he supposed.

                  "I’ve lost interest here. Stop lurking around schools you have no business with.”

[sleepran]

I came out to attack people and I’m honestly having such a good time right now

[chukular]

TRAGIC CHARACTER

you are MEDEA from from the argonautica by apollonius and medea by euripides. you are ambitious, ruthless, and unforgiving in getting what you want, and unapologetic in your self-preservation. the truth is, you have let your romantic ideals get the better of you before, and time and time again you have had to relearn how to build up those walls and thorns that guard it. the only person who can protect you is yourself, and you have learned that the hard way. sometimes stoking that fire of hate and anger in your heart hurts more than whatever you're fighting against.

tagged by: @pheasantly​ ( thank you !! )

tagging: anyone who wants to do this is free to take it and say I tagged them!