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WARNINGS: Knife play, blood, stabbing, degrading, hair pulling, impact play
Enma's knee bounces in annoyance as Soma rubs his cheek against their leg. "Soma," They growl out his name in warning. "Enma, please!! I need you!!" He whines, scooching closer. He stops when his crotch ends up right above eir foot. Enma sighs and snaps at him, "You disgustingly needy fool." They grab his ponytail and stands from eir chair. Ei yank him away from their desk, making him yelp. "I'll give you the attention you so crave, you filthy slut," Enma glares down at Soma as they speak. He just smiles dopily up at eir.
Ei throw him down to the ground, "Remove your clothes, now." Soma trips over himself to take off his clothes, revealing his drooling pussy. Scars litter his body along with a handful of thin, fresh cuts. "You truly can't control yourself, can you?" Enma asks, slightly amused. "Never~" Soma answers with a giddy smile. Enma slaps him, making him whimper sweetly. "Do not speak until you are permitted, pest," Ei scold. He nods, biting at his lips and wiggling in his spot. "Stay," Enma instructs, pointing down at him. Soma nods frantically. Ei swiftly leave, their bare feet padding softly on the hardwood. He whimpers like a wounded puppy, but stays put.
Seconds later Enma returns with a sharpened knife. They approach Soma and grab his chin, angling it upward. His mismatched eyes gleam with excitement. Ei hold the blade to his throat and watch as he swallows down a accumulation of his saliva. Enma presses the knife into Soma gently, then whips away, leaving behind a small cut. He whimpers again. "If I cut deeper, I could kill you. I still need you, so you can not die yet," Ei explain. Soma still pouts but doesn't try to argue. "Good," Enma pats his head.
Ei reposition the knife, aiming at his shoulder. Without any warning or decorum, ei press the tip into the flesh. A thin trickle of blood rolls down his arm. They withdraw it and kneel in front of the taller man. It makes him sit up straighter. Enma stabs into Soma's thigh roughly, causing him to gasp. They slam his mouth shut with a barely audible clack. "Silence, remember?" Enma reminds him, twisting the knife harshly. Ei carve through the tissue and muscle, connecting several cuts along the way. When ei pull it out, the wound gushes blood. They bring the knife to their lips and licks some of the blood from it.
"Even your blood is disgusting, you know that, Soma?"
To practice writing for these characters and develop them a bit more. The interviewer's dialogue is purple and Leo's orange. I might make another part to this.
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The lanky orange-haired man sits down in a plush, velvety wine red chair. He removes his orange tinted glasses and sets them on his head while flashing you a wide grin. Something about it makes you shiver; it shows too many perfect, pearly white teeth and his stormy grey eyes never leave your person. Something about his eyes is off, but you're having a hard time placing how, exactly. He studies your every movement, focusing on tiny moments like you slightly fumbling with your pen. His eyes rake up and down your body relentlessly. You clear your throat, his eyes snap to yours, you start to explain: "Okay. Firstly, thank you for coming in for this interview. These first few questions are very simple, and information we already know, but we need the clarification."
"Alrighty, dear. Let's start, yeah?" His voice is on the higher side, it lilts and draws you in. You nod your agreements, shuffling the papers in front of you.
"Your first name, please."
"Leo. Nothing longer, I'm afraid. And, personally, I'd be a bit offended if you try to call me something else."
You scribble it down. You knew that, of course. That's in the paperwork, "Now, your surname."
Leo smiles at you as if you hadn't said anything to begin with. It turns awkward very quickly. It prompts him to ask "Your question?"
"Yes, I've already asked it. I asked for your surname." Again, he just blinks at you, "Dear, you aren't saying anything! You're just moving your lips, but nothing's coming out! Try again, please." You sigh and move on. Again, you didn't need to push for it since it's in the paperwork already. "You've already answered the next question, a nickname if you have one," you tap your pen against the clipboard and furrow your brow.
"Oh, good! Next one, then?" His eyes pierce into yours, a certain darkness buried deep within. "Now, your birthday?"
"February 4th."
You scribble that down, too. Again, you had that already but you're required to write it down.
"Now, the rest are personality questions and things about your past," you scan the page then flip to look at the next page briefly before letting it fall back down.
"So, would you describe yourself as a pessimist or a optimist?"
"Hm... pessimist, I suppose~ I can't help but look at the worst side of a situation," Leo looks at his nails and picks at invisible fuzz stuck to his pants.
"And would you describe yourself an introvert or extrovert?"
"A extrovert. I do enjoy talking with people, but I can't say they always enjoy talking to me," He laughs like he told a joke. Perhaps he did and you just don't get it. Either way, you don't feel like asking for clarification. "Moving on, this is quite a big jump. Are you aware of how strangers perceive you?" You raise a brow as you read out the question. Leo by now has fully settled into his seat, having propped his right leg on his left knee. He makes a show of thinking about the answer, putting a hand to his chin and look somewhere above him, "Yes; others tend to think I am charismatic or strange. Most avoid me like the plague. That's.... inconvenient. Luckily for me, I don't mind a little chase~" That's all he says. For the first time in this interview, his smile reaches his eyes and he makes a grabbing gesture. You jot that down, suspicion staining your mind. It causes you to write in the margin I don't like what he's implying here...
"Anyway, how do you feel about that? Perhaps in more detail," You say, trying to prompt him. "Like I just said, I find it inconvenient that they avoid me. It makes my job harder. But that's just fine~ I don't mind pulling some strings and manipulating my way through to them. They always come around eventually~" With his inflection, you'd almost think he's talking about you somehow. You try to shake the feeling off and move on.
"And how do you perceive strangers?"
Leo pauses, really pauses, and thinks over his answer. You don't know if this means he'll give you a straight answer or not. "I... don't, usually," he says finally. This makes you raise a brow, asking him a unspoken question. He just smiles at you, forcing you to verbalize the question: "Could you elaborate, please?" You're already tired of this. "Exactly what I said, I don't. Unless someone catches my attention I don't care a bit about them," He shrugs like it's a completely normal thing that everyone experiences. You're not sure if you want to unpack that right now, so you elect not too.
"Anyways, a moment ago you mentioned your job. What is your job?"
"My job is.... negotiating and making connections that're useful," He seems bored while explaining, looking at something behind you with far more interest. You give him time to explain, but he doesn't.
You try to prompt him, but he just does what he did before; acting like you hadn't spoken at all. You decide to veer off course and ask things you're more interested in, "I'm… going off script, but…. I've heard about your 'followers.' I would like more information about that."
"Ah, yes!" His attention snaps back to you, staring into your eyes with a intense gaze and blown out pupils. They're so big that you could barely make out his iris. Were his pupils that big before? You can't remember if they were. In fact, you don't remember even seeing his pupils before.... His words break through your thoughts and worries like a sledgehammer, "I'm not sure if I'd say they're my followers, exactly. We, The Children of Mania, follow our loving god that have we've dubbed The Manic One. We travel, seeking to show people the path to heaven. If they decline... at least we've showed them a good time~" His whole spiel is perfect, rehearsed, like he's done it over and over for a very long time. You give him a skeptical look and he just laughs. He doesn't say anything, he just shakes his head the same way someone does when a child does something stupid but harmless. It makes you want to scowl, but you hold it in.
"And your 'god?'"
"Yes, yes. Our god, The Manic One. He purifies us so that when we die, we can go to heaven~ You won't go to heaven if you do not allow his purification," his tone with the last sentence was dire, serious. The change in tone made you want to pause. His smile had fallen as he spoke, but it's just returned as soon as he finished talking. It left you confused, but you had to shake off the confusion and carry on, "Anyway, back on track. What do you fear?"
Leo gives you a blank look, almost confused. Then, he laughs. It's not the little giggle he'd given you a minute or so ago, no. It's loud, almost shrill and oh so condescending. It's the kind of laughter where there's not a doubt in your mind that it's at you, not with you. You almost shrink in your seat, but reel in your reaction. "I don't see the humor in my question, Leo," you can't stop the remark from tumbling from your lips. And tumble it does, landing on the air like a rock in a empty hall. His laughter dies down quickly, "Now, why would I tell you my deepest, darkest fear, darling?"
"If you're that defensive, I assume you have quite a intense fear."
Any hint of humor has left the room by now. Leo's smile isn't friendly, still too full of teeth and tension and falling short of his eyes. It carves through his cheeks, extending seemingly much further than it should. "I fear the rightful wrath that my lord will rage across your reality, little songbird." His words bounce around inside your head as if he'd spoken directly into your mind, hundreds of whispers joining in at the end. Fear hits you, your breath catching in your throat and clawing up your esophagus. You blink, and he is as he was before you'd said your remark. Smile pleasant enough, normal enough, you can say that it's human, his shoulders still shudder slightly with remnants of laughter. Had you.... imagined that? Surely you must've. You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts when he says, "Onto the next question, I presume? You've stared into space long enough I'd assume so." You sigh and nod, subconsciously shuffling your papers.
"Is there something about yourself that you'd change? Why?"
"No. I like how I am, I worked hard for this~" He gestures to himself with a sultry smirk. You scowl softly at him and he shrugs as if saying 'your loss.'
"Do you have any hobbies?" You know you're a bit curt while saying this, but you can't make yourself reel it in. Leo raises a brow at your tone, "What's with the attitude, hm? I haven't said something wrong, have I?"
You inwardly growl, trying to stamp down your annoyance and say "No, no. Sorry about that. Anyway, answer my question, please."
For a second, his face flashes with smugness. It's gone just as quickly as it appeared. You think you've been here too long. "I read some, I suppose you could call that a hobby. I travel as well, I actually enjoy traveling; but you could say that's also part of my job, hm..." He responds, trailing off at the end.
I'm writing a OC interview for Leo and I wanted it to be kind of mind-fucky but I feel like I'm trying too hard? Idk, here's a snippet. Tell me what you think, or don't. Either is fine.
Leo's smile isn't friendly, still too full of teeth and tension and falling short of his eyes. It carves through his cheeks, extending seemingly much further than it should. "I fear the rightful wrath that my lord will rage across your reality, little songbird." His words bounce around inside your head as if he'd spoken directly into your mind, hundreds of whispers joining in at the end. Fear hits you, your breath catching in your throat and clawing up your esophagus.
Valentine takes Asahi's chin between their pointer finger and thumb, tilting his head upwards to look at them. "How pretty," they tease. The taller man is kneeling on the floor, wearing a studded leather collar and rough purple ropes. His black hair is ruffled, more unkempt than usual. His neck is littered with bites and hickies, his chest has even more. His hands are tied behind his back. "All tied and beat up for me. As a little reward, I'll let you eat me out~" Val muses sweetly. They let go of his chin and grab a fistful of his hair. Asahi groans as his face is shoved into their crotch. He starts licking, moaning into their pussy as he looks up at them.
"Aren't I just so generous, letting you lick my wet cunt?" They smirk down at him expectantly. He doesn't try to answer, focusing on their slick folds.
A moment later they abruptly snatch him away. He huffs and opens his mouth before receiving a swift smack. "I did not hear a thank you, Asahi," they growl. He stares at them, then smirks. He leans back as much as they allow and says nothing.
Val brings their foot down roughly on his leaking cock, pressing it to the ground. "Fuck!" Asahi gasps, shuttering. "Now, boy; what did you mean to say?" They give him a sadistic smile. "Thank you," he says faintly. Val brings their free hand to their ear. "Thank you for allowing me to lick your pussy, master!" Asahi corrects himself. They remove their foot and push his face back to their pussy. "For this little incident, you're not allowed to cum for another hour.... ehehe, that's going on two hours now, my darling little brat~"
Asahi pushes the window up as silently as possible, eyes never leaving the bed. His beloved is fast asleep. Such a heavy sleeper they are, could sleep right through a hurricane. He puts one foot on the worn carpet, then eases into their apartment. He checks his pants pockets, feeling the little bottle Valentine had given him. It makes him remember what they'd said: "Asahi, go get them. The other night they were out, looking for someone to share a bed with. We need to make them ours, now before someone else tries to take them from us." He considers himself lucky, having a partner who understood. No one else would understand him the way Valentine does.
Asahi creeps to their bed, taking in their features and the steady rise and fall of their chest as they breathe. Gods, he loves them. He would give anything for them. He'd die for them, he's killed for them. By now he's memorized their routine; they'd come home from work, brush their teeth and change, sleep then wake up briefly at 1-2 am to use the bathroom and drink some water. They'd always fill their water bottle and leave it on their night stand. Asahi takes out the bottle he'd brought and quietly unscrews their water bottle's top. He dumps the contents of his little glass bottle in and screws the top back on. He slinks away, carefully hiding himself away in their closet. Then, he waits.
He stares holes into their sleeping form. Sitting for a couple of hours, his thoughts are consumed with them. Finally, they wake for their midnight pee. They get up and wander to their bathroom with groggy yawns and sluggish feet. They don't notice the open window. They don't even bother closing the door in their drowsy haze. When they come back they take a big drink from their water bottle, then go back to sleep.
Asahi smiles as he approaches their bed again. They should stay asleep for a long, long time with that. He carefully pulls their blankets off of them and picks them up. The ravenette cradles them close, pressing a sweet kiss to their temple. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll be home soon, then you'll finally get to meet Val~" He whispers into their hair and he goes to leave through the window.
Asahi pushes the window up as silently as possible, eyes never leaving the bed. His beloved is fast asleep. Such a heavy sleeper they are, could sleep right through a hurricane. He puts one foot on the worn carpet, then eases into their apartment. He checks his pants pockets, feeling the little bottle Valentine had given him. It makes him remember what they'd said: "Asahi, go get them. The other night they were out, looking for someone to share a bed with. We need to make them ours, now before someone else tries to take them from us." He considers himself lucky, having a partner who understood. No one else would understand him the way Valentine does.
Asahi creeps to their bed, taking in their features and the steady rise and fall of their chest as they breathe. Gods, he loves them. He would give anything for them. He'd die for them, he's killed for them. By now he's memorized their routine; they'd come home from work, brush their teeth and change, sleep then wake up briefly at 1-2 am to use the bathroom and drink some water. They'd always fill their water bottle and leave it on their night stand. Asahi takes out the bottle he'd brought and quietly unscrews their water bottle's top. He dumps the contents of his little glass bottle in and screws the top back on. He slinks away, carefully hiding himself away in their closet. Then, he waits.
He stares holes into their sleeping form. Sitting for a couple of hours, his thoughts are consumed with them. Finally, they wake for their midnight pee. They get up and wander to their bathroom with groggy yawns and sluggish feet. They don't notice the open window. They don't even bother closing the door in their drowsy haze. When they come back they take a big drink from their water bottle, then go back to sleep.
Asahi smiles as he approaches their bed again. They should stay asleep for a long, long time with that. He carefully pulls their blankets off of them and picks them up. The ravenette cradles them close, pressing a sweet kiss to their temple. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll be home soon, then you'll finally get to meet Val~" He whispers into their hair and he goes to leave through the window.
Please Read the Warnings and Tags Before Continuing, Thank You.
Media; Game + OC (Nightfall)
Pairing; Hisa + Leo
Tags; @nightfallgame
Warnings; kidnapping, cult behavior and speech, tentacle rape, drug use(aphrodisiacs), religious talk(related to the cult behavior), mentions of lactation, Breath play/choking, mind break
Notes; Under the cut for length. Idk when part 2 will be out lol. I found I had a tiny bit of trouble writing Hisa, but I'm not sure why? I can usually write tsundere-type characters pretty well, so idk what's happening there. Maybe it's his specific brand of tsundere-ism
Leo smirks at the boy squirming around on the concrete ground, naked and tied up tightly with rough red rope. The black haired boy is lying on the ground on his side. "My, my, Hisa Igarashi," Leo drawls, gaining him said boy's attention. He lets out a strangled screech that's muffled by a gag. "You know Hisa, this is a first for us. This is the first time The Manic One has chosen someone outside of the cult to bless," he explains, strutting around to grab at the handle on the back of the rope harness. The boy screeches as he's hauled up into a sitting position. Hisa’s eyes widens as he looks up at the man looming over him. The redhead laughs, “Curious, are you?” Leo’s already figured out how to get the poor boy, hook line and sinker. “In fact, you could become the blessed one. We’re in desperate need, truthfully. Our beloved god needs someone pure to bless, only the purest, and simply no one else will do,” he monologues, paying close attention to how Hisa reacts; he’s still apprehensive, but his red eyes scream hope and a bit of pride. He’s been leaning in towards Leo the whole time. He wheels around and kneels down in front of Hisa.
Leo gets close enough he can feel the boy's breath on his face. Hisa tries to pull away, but Leo stops him. “I’ve heard of you, from that monk. Always singing your praises about how pure and good you are. A perfect little angel, right?” He sings, watching as the boy inflates and tries to sit up straighter. “Now you can see why you’ve been chosen for this. Oh, but where are my manners? Our esteemed guest and you can’t even speak!” He fakes his surprise and realization. He unties Hisa’s gag and the boy gasps and sputters. “Well, at least you’ve seen how important I am!” He barks out. “Of course you’re important!”
“If I’m so important, then why not untie me and give me back my clothes?!”
Leo sighs, “You still don’t understand, do you? We need you here, Hisa. There’s no way the monk would’ve let you come with us! He wants to hide you away from people that desperately need your help. And he couldn’t come with us anyway, he’s not clean enough. Not pure enough, he’d ruin everything. In fact, I’m toeing a line by being in this room with you! I’m not as pure or clean as you, either. The Manic One tolerates me enough to allow me to explain things to our blessed-to-be.”
“Explain things? And blessed-to-be?” Hisa blurts out
“Right, I haven’t explained a damned thing, have I? How idiotic of me,” he clears his throat, “We, The Children of Mania, care for our beloved deity. By caring for and feeding him, he purifies us. He cannot receive our prayers on his own, however; he needs a conduit. To do this, he tells his followers to prepare the purest among us to give to him. These people, we call the blessed ones. After his blessing, they can never be tarnished! Some have said he helps them reach a state of nirvana--”
“Feed him?” Hisa asks, interrupting. “Ah, right, I glossed over that, didn’t I? Yes, we must feed him. As I’ve said before, he can’t do this on his own. We give our sins to the blessed one, who receives it on our lord’s behalf. He consumes our sins and impurities through the blessed,” Leo pauses, giving him a second to process this, “If you receive our lord’s blessing, you’ll become impermeable. You’d never have to worry about someone robbing you of your purity, Hisa. You’d play a huge role in sustaining him and purifying the others as well! Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”
Hisa’s silent, absorbing the information. The temptation in the air is palpable. “Fine then, since you idiots can’t seem to do it yourselves, I’ll help you. You’re useless without someone to purify you, aren’t you?” He states after a moment, cocky. Leo suppresses his sly smile, “Perfect! Before I present you to him, I need to prepare you. You’ll need to remain tied for this; it’s part of the process, you see.” Hisa nods as he pulls away, remaining sat up straight. Leo flits away to a shelf off to the side and rifles through the cabinet. It gives the smaller boy time to look around; the room is remarkably dark, he can’t see the walls or a door. The only light comes from a candle in a holder on the floor some distance in front of him. He can catch glints of gold, shimmering with the candlelight but he can’t figure out what the structure is. Leo appears in front of him suddenly with a tiny bottle. There’s a small amount of liquid in it, which shimmers with the light as well. “Open up for me, Hisa,” He sings, taking his chin in his hand. Hisa hesitates before opening his mouth. “Don’t spit it out, now, swallow it all,” Leo says as he pours it into the boy's mouth. He gulps it down, shivering as it slides down his throat. It feels like it coats everything it touches on its way down, like oil.
It burns when it hits his stomach and spreads quickly, touching every corner and crevice in him. He lets out an involuntary moan while Leo laughs. “Feels good, huh?” He teases. “What’ve you done to me?” Hisa exclaims. “It’s a simple drink, to open your mind for our lord,” the redheaded man says with a smirk. He kneels in front of the boy, setting the bottle down. Hisa’s body is almost feverishly warm, radiating it outwards. His tiny cock is hard already and painfully red. “So cute~” Leo murmurs, grabbing it between his pointer finger and thumb, making him moan again. “St-stop!” He wriggles around, trying to shake off his hand. Leo simply ignores him, carefully jerking his dick. “This is preparation for The Manic One, Hisa, I need to do this. This won’t ruin your purity, if you’re worried about that,” he finally says. Hisa curses and mewls and moans while Leo jerks him with two fingers until he’s leaking pre. “He won’t like you if you can’t hold out a bit longer,” he tells the boy with a scolding tone. Hisa looks up at him with wide eyes, like a deer in the headlights. He withdraws his fingers, earning a pitiful whine. “Already such a little slut, missing my touch~”
He stands, picks up the candle and walks towards the oppressive darkness. “You can’t just leave me like this!!” The ravenette screeches. “Oh, I won’t leave you here, Hisa,” Leo responds, illuminating the darkness and revealing the thing Hisa’d seen; a large, fully enclosed palanquin decorated with gold. Leo grabs the handle on the door while chuckling, “Prepare yourself, Hisa. You’re about to meet a deity~” He pulls it open. The inside looks endless, like he’s looking up at the night sky. Leo sets the candle down, out of the way. He approaches Hisa and roughly grabs onto the rope harness, dragging him towards the palanquin. Hisa fights back on instinct. “Stop that, you petulant child,” Leo scolds, pulling him up to stand. He grabs his arm roughly, holding him in place in front of the endless void of the palanquin. He starts to untie Hisa’s ropes, letting them drop uselessly. As the ropes are untied, squelching sounds can be heard from the depths of the void. They get a bit louder each second. Writhing pink tentacles worm their way out, slithering their way from every angle and reaching for the doorway. Horror rises up in the bottom of Hisa’s stomach, he’s so tempted to try to run. Leo squeezes his arm as a reminder that he’s being held firmly in place, “Face our lord with courage, Hisa. Fear taints your soul and corrupts your mind.”
A slimy tentacle finds the warm skin of Hisa’s thigh. It wraps around his thigh and wanders upwards. Several more take hold of him, circling his ankles, wrists, legs and arms. Leo lets go quickly and backs away. “Have fun, Hisa! May The Manic One show you no mercy~” he calls. Another tentacle slinks its way around Hisa’s neck and lumbers towards his lips. With undulating motions, the creature starts to drag him into the palanquin. He opens his mouth, ready to cuss this thing out but doesn’t get a single sound out before the tentacle thrusts into his mouth.
When he’s inside, the door closes, leaving him in pitch black. Hisa whines against the tentacle slipping its way down his throat. It’s pleasantly slick and seems to fit in his throat perfectly, throbbing enticingly. He swallows involuntarily and milks out a liquid not unlike whatever he swallowed before; it coats every inch of his mouth and throat thickly and sticks and burns. It’s entirely tasteless and the tingling sensation is almost addictive. By now multiple tentacles are clinging to him, caressing and groping him while leaving slick trails in their wake. Two are wrapped around his abdomen, closing in on his perky little nipples. One pinches his left nipple painfully, twisting and massaging it. The other tentacle shivers, then splits open four ways and closes around his right nipple. It sucks greedily like it’s trying to milk him and only sucks harder when it finds nothing coming out. He lets out a moan, sending vibrations through the tentacle lodged in his throat. Several more tease at his hole, spurting out copious amounts of fluid. One wraps itself around his petite dick, jerking him roughly. Hisa can feel this thing pulling at him until he’s spread out in every way and he feels like he’s suspended in the air. He cums, all too easily. He screams, shivering through the pleasure of his first orgasm. Right at the tail-end of it, one of the creature’s tentacles thrusts into his tight ass, making him scream again. It’s not gentle in the slightest, treating his poor hole like it’s taken more than a few cocks before.
Each thrust makes lewd squelching sounds, which echo in the emptiness. The other tentacles still tease his asshole while he’s getting fucked, like they’re trying to push into him as well. Squeals, moans and groans are forced out of Hisa, though they’re muffled and awful gurgling and choking noises come out as well while that damned thing uses his throat like a fleshlight. The Manic One is relentless, quickly breaking the poor boy down physically while it whispers into his ears;
No picrews or anything, just abt the members, what they do, etc.
There's 5 members, here they are in order of when they joined;
Asahi, find his profile here. Lead guitarist and singer.
Chance(They/em), nonbinary blond that's a bit of a thembo. Plays drums. Sometimes a backup vocalist.
Malachi(He/they/aer), he's unsure of his gender and is actively exploring his identity. Really positive, but cowardly. No pain tolerance. Keyboardist and primary backup vocalist. Dyed pink hair and big eyes.
Shirin, find xer profile here. Bassist.
Esperanza(She/her), a woman who prefers not to talk. Uses ASL to communicate. Secondary guitarist. In recordings she plays trumpet when they're used in songs. Average height, curly dyed red and blue hair. You can see her roots, which are blond.
Then Dinah, who's the band's babysittermanager. Here's her profile.
The band's songs are like Midwest Emo songs, some of their first songs are very different and more experimental.
Asahi formed the band; he thought it'd be easier to make songs when he had others to help him with it. He hired Chance after their original band broke up. Malachi knew Asahi from high school and wanted to join, seeking fame. Shirin and Esperanza actually joined at the same time. Dinah heard a demo posted by Esperanza and contacted her abt joining. Then Esperanza told her if she's hired, Shirin's coming along whether xer're wanted or not; they're all or nothing.
Relationships with each other
Asahi and Chance get along well enough. Friends, but not like best friends or anything. The two end up writing lyrics together a lot.
Asahi and Malachi....don't really like each other lmaoo. They got into a lot of fist fights in high school. Present day they respect each other and their skills, but are one wrong word away from a brawl.
Asahi and Shirin are the closest, along with Dinah. They hang out a lot outside of the band and making music. Shirin is the most willing to call Asahi out on his shit, so they do butt heads quite a bit.
Asahi and Esperanza get along, for Shirin. They definitely wouldn't be friends or hang out on their own. Esperanza worries about Asahi's yandere habits A LOT. She's the most willing to call the police about it.
Chance and Malachi met via the band and are currently dating! They spend a lot of time together and consider each other best friends and soulmates.
Chance and Shirin get along okay. Shirin's stand-offish nature pushes Chance away and makes them wary of xer.
Chance and Esperanza are decent friends, they go out hiking together and gush about their shared favorite actor.
Malachi and Shirin barely get along. Malachi doesn't like xer because xer friends with Asahi 🙄 On stage they're entertaining enough that fans don't seem to notice or care.
Malachi and Esperanza get along okay; they're not friends, but they're on friendly terms.
Esperanza and Shirin are childhood best friends. They're ride or die. They also live together; Shirin doesn't do well living on xer own.
Dinah gets along with everyone, but has trouble with Malachi. She calls aer the 'problem child' affectionately.
Author's Note; I think this is the most AFAB characters I've ever made in one go lol
Tags: @nightfallgame
NSFW CONTENT IN THE EXTRAS!!!
Name: Shirin ?????
Gender + Pronouns: AFAB Nonbinary + Xe/xer
Sexuality: Pansexual
Occupation: bassist of The Star-ward Vagabonds
About: Sarcastic and cynical, Shirin is laidback yet gives off the confidence of someone much more important than xe actually are. Xe're not very sociable, preferring to explore whatever city xe're in or baking at home. Even with xer friends xe aren't very social, going days without talking to them.
Shirin doesn't care about much, nor do xe take much of it very seriously. Xe've laughed in the face of threats and injuries. Xer jokes cover xer more serious insecurities, like xer abandonment issues and xer body image.
With loved ones sometime xe'll confide in them, but tends to back out before the discussion can get more serious. Shirin often sees the worst in people and xerself.
Extras
Xer pinterest here
Shirin actually romances some of the boys that Leo victimizes; Hisa, Lucius, Alistair, 712 and Touru. I might add Xane to the list.
Shirin can be cruel, xe get off on seeing xer partners cry and whipping them. Xe sometimes purposely humiliates them 'cause xe get pleasure from it and mercilessly edges xer bedmates. Xe're not as ruthless as Leo, but xe aren't gentle...
Naturally is blonde, Shirin dyes xer hair brown as xe think it suits xer better.
Is known as the slut of The Star-ward Vagabonds, it's xer persona on stage lol.
Shirin is a good cook and amazing baker. Xe don't like telling people, xe think it ruins xer image.
Author's Note; Rye may be my favorite of the bunch lol
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Name: Rye
Gender + Pronouns: AFAB Agender + Ve/vir
Sexuality: Panromantic grey-asexual
Occupation: None
About: One of Leo's followers, ve're a free spirit. Ve joined the cult under the promise of traveling the country and even internationally. Ve love nature and plants. The freedom of the cult lets vir be happy-go-lucky and do what ve want. Rye's outgoing attitude and cheery personality attracts others to vir.
Ve treat everyone around vir like they're vir close friends and always offers a shoulder to cry on and a helping hand. Ve're one of the more persuasive members of Leo's cult, often on accident. If you ask most of the recent members, they'll tell you that they joined because of Rye.
Extras;
Vir pinterest here
While writing for vir I've been listening to Oak Trees by Daniel Nunnelee and it accidentally became vir character song lol.
Rye romances Kegare, that's it lol. I made Rye specifically for my favorite boy ❤❤
Ve can often be found sitting in trees, on high walls, on roofs, on the roofs of vir van, just strumming vir guitar.
Rye is a voyeur and likes food play. Likes humiliating vir partners a bit and overstimulation. Has a size kink as well, in relation to virself; ie ve like taking toys and cocks that're bigger than you think ve can handle.
Nature-y kind of person. Would probably have a garden if ve weren't traveling.
About: Valentine, or Val, is soft spoken, but commanding. Their confidence is one of the first things people notice about them and their presence demands attention without them needing to say it. Val's very inquisitive and curious, with a thirst for knowledge that's nearly insatiable.
Just barely under the surface is someone who's cunning, willing to do anything to get what they want and undeniably selfish. They love the attention Asahi gives them, drinking it in like a dehydrated person in a desert. Val falls in love as easily as water flows, but has a harder time letting the person go. They end up asking Asahi to help them with this little issue. Val has more self-control than their lover and acts as the duo's restraint. They're not immune to the law, and Valentine knows this.
Extras;
Their pinterest here
Val romances Viktor, Kai, and Arashi. Then add whoever Asahi romances lol
Like with Asahi, any relationship with Val ends up with them in a poly relationship with the aforementioned man.
Val is a strict dom and is completely unwilling to give control to their partner in terms of sex. Any attempts will end with Val stopping whatever is happening.
They get off on being called master and being bitten. Is a exhibitionist and a voyeur, also has a freeuse kink. Has a major oral fixation.
Does shibari and enjoys bondage, they use Asahi as their rope-model.
