[frcnzied]

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Indie ( HORROR/THRILLER ) themed OC multi-muse

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[frcnzied]

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[lured-into-wonderland]

“Only when it’s worth it.” – Nunnally replied, with a smile that might have hinted Zhora she’d taken his words as a compliment. Or perhaps she was simply stating a fact. Her tone mirrored his,  neutral and measured, as if she was sending him a coded message. Was part of that message that she had, in fact, found him worth it?

Flirting followed soon after: --

“I still prefer to be described as confidently charming rather than bold.” – Nunnally said, deciding she actually enjoyed the meeting. Unlike him, though, she didn’t expect there would be another one. She was aware that, if she truly were his date, she must have seemed like the most peculiar , and perhaps even unpleasant, person to date. Maybe she should have explained the misunderstanding now? But that didn’t feel right either.

Oh, she was terrible at these games. Or at least, internally uncomfortable.

He told her she could go after anything she wanted. She kept her smile, but inside, she knew Zhora couldn’t be more wrong. If anything, she was an overthinker; the kind who made mental lists of pros and cons, only to end up doing nothing at all. She knew how to seem confident, though. So that no-one could see the real her.

“True…”  – she laughed  – “…But sometimes it’s more fun when what I want comes after me.” – Nunnally tried to sound playful, but her words sounded fake. Faker than anything she’d said before. Somehow, he had accidentally touched something she deeply despised in herself.

“But I am also an overthinker.” – she admitted, unsure why she suddenly dropped the flirting mask, even if only for a moment  –“I sometimes talk a big game and then hide behind confidence and a decent smile. And behind coffee and sarcasm.” – she laughed more genuinely this time. After all, Zhora hadn’t come here for deep conversations. Right? Right; she replied herself.

His next question, a reflection of her own words (and one she should have phrased as a question herself), caught her off guard. She knew exactly why she was single, and she knew even more clearly that she wasn’t going to tell him. So she shrugged.

“The idea of ‘the one’ is overrated, don’t you think?” – she said, her voice gentler than it had been so far  – “But yes, I haven’t met anyone even close to meeting that criteria.” – up until now, it might have sounded like a teasing line, but she wasn’t playing anymore.

“As for the first part of your question…”  – she hesitated (again) – “…I like meeting new people.” – a blatant lie  – “You?”

Then, after a pause, soft, but deliberate: --

“But tell me, after I acted so… rude, would you still want to meet me again?”

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would she believe him if he was to say that DEEP down, he was a true hopeless romantic that whole-heartedly believed in the concept of a perfect match for him being somewhere in the world? there was more truth to the string of thoughts than there were lies, but even KNOWING that Zhora had doubts in his own ability to be able to deliver such a statement in earnest. not when it so obviously CLASHED with his typical demeanor and actions.

not to mention, it didn't seem to be the right moment for him to answer in such a serious manner when their EXCHANGE thus far had been primarily playful & superficial. for a moment he suspected that she might have been more honest herself for a moment, he didn't dare pry further to confirm it.

" I wouldn't say overrated, " he replied light heartedly, though he cast his sights down at the table instead of at her for the first time since they settled into their seats. " a bit wistful & silly, but its a beautiful idea to hold onto on lonely nights. " because if he was experiencing such loneliness & pain, his other half must be feeling the same thing. perhaps if they both thought of each other, it might be a bit more bareable until they met.

" I hope you meet someone who will change your mind one day. " he replied while he lifted his gaze back to her. as unlikely as that would be. if Nunnally wouldn't open up and ALLOW herself to feel that way, it would never be.

although he didn't entirely agree, Zhora understood the point of view. there were a many who were set on forming connections with others without GENUINE commitment. he was similar, never turning down an opportunity.... but he still held on to that embarrassing shred of HOPE-

it was a common opinion... yes. but was it TRUELY hers..? Zhora let go of her display of uncertainty moments before, but when Nunnally continued to seem rather unsure of her own response he had to comment- indirectly. " really? you must have formed quite the social circle. I should thank you for not completely forgetting about me today. although if you did, I could almost understand. is it overwhelming... at times? " as for his own answer, well...

NEXT question. " yes, of course. " he answered simply, as if it was obvious that he would. but just in case it wasn't, he decided to elaborate further. " a bit of resistance isn't enough to deter someone like me. everything I have, I've fought for. " Zhora didn't see relationships as something that would come easily.

" i hope you understand. " & would CONSIDER seeing him again by the end of their time in the shared space. although an unfavorable answer was most favorable for him.

[hollenengell]

the sexual tension between me and the alternate reality i daydream about

[lily-musings]

                                          i do not                                 let things go softly.

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✨️

[kisumitenderly]

Of course he wasn’t joking. Kisumi simply was denying him. There wasn’t going to be a route forward for him to interact like this. He was no fool.

“Alright then buddy,” Kisumi smiled and added a bit of a wave to his hand brushing Zhora off as he took another sip of his drink as he acted unfazed by the sudden interruption. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so harsh but the other’s behavior had rubbed him the wrong way. He was ready to admit what had happened in front of Ami anyway. Besides all the eyes in the coffee shop were already on them.

Kisumi hoped to write off this one time run in as a fluke. Satiated the fates or whatever Zhora had been ranting about that day. That was until he had the misfortune of running into the man again a week later.

“——Shit”

He had just left the bar bathroom when he spotted him. Zhora must have come in sometime when he had been inside or maybe he had been in the back? It didn’t matter. There wasn’t much of a chance for him to sneak away unnoticed, at least he was going to try by flanking someone else in the hopes of not catching Zhora’s slight.

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Zhora wasn’t the type to CHASE anyone. he wasn't held back by anything as flimsy as pride or shame, it was because he was well aware of his own value & the value of his time. anyone who was misaligned enough to attempt insulting or embarrassing him wasn't capable of EARNING the benefit of being on his good side.

that didn't mean they had NO place at all in his life, though.

Kisumi hadn’t simply ignored Zhora; he’d gone out of his way to look as though he were trying to evade him, which (unfortunately for him) only guaranteed the OPPOSITE would occur. If he had truly acted like he didn’t care, Zhora might have allowed him to slip by. yet he’d made it far too easy, as if he was INVITING him in for another confrontation. Zhora was not someone who left things unfinished—no matter how grotesque or bitter the ending might turn out to be.

he moved effortlessly, slipping away from the bar & positioning himself squarely in Kisumi’s path. an obviously INTENTIONAL move to force them to accidentally stand face-to-face again.

“ still not giving up, hm? ” Zhora spoke with amusement curling at the edges of his voice.

[ashstfu]

come lay down next to me and i’ll tell you about all the dogs i saw today and read you my favorite poetry

[lured-into-wonderland]

Her eyebrows formed a straight line. For a mere second. Why were men often so predictable? Almost boring. Why did they always insist to pay? As if only their pride mattered. And what about hers?

For another mere moment, Nunnally wanted to explain the situation, and leave. But something again stopped her. After all, she couldn’t know what he had been told about “her”. Perhaps that she would expect that? Nunnally knew a lot of women in her social circle that would simply feel insulted if he didn’t refuse. So, perhaps she should just accept the social norms, and not be irritated by his behaviour? She would have opted for iced espresso, but wouldn’t that then send the message that she wanted to leave?

Again why did she care?

“Do you serve cold brew coffee?” – she asked, and without waiting for the confirmation Nunnally added – “I’ll have it then, and if not I’ll go for iced Americano.” – she now turned her attention back to Zhora – “Thank you.” – she hesitated – “I…”

“I apologize I am late…” – she didn’t add any more explanation, as nothing smart came to her mind. Surely, she could tell she had lost his phone number, but seriously that would come up at the end of their “date” if they at all decide to meet again (which she doubted?). Obviously, it must have been some sort of a blind date. He didn’t seem to know anything about her (his date?), and probably he’d simply get mad when he was to find out she was pretending?

Or perhaps he’s actually be flattered?

Nunnally didn’t think she understood men. Or most of them anyway. Dealing with a very specific kind of them, she believed she knew how to push their buttons, but otherwise? She had not dated for a longer while.

“So…” – she started slowly as they walked to their table – “What do you do on the blind date now? I have not done it for a while…since High School to be exact…” – not entirely truth, but not an absolute lie either – “Should we now ask all these polite questions about hobbies and what we are looking for in the relationship?” – there was a light irony in her voice – “Or rather the weird ones are fashionable now?”

“What is the weirdest combination of food you like?”

She laughed.

“I don’t attempt to be off-putting…” – she added, though she probably were – “Though I probably am.” – she tilted her head – “You’re handsome…and patient. It’s difficult to imagine that you…”

“…that you’re single.”

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the blatant avoidance when it came to answering his question did not go unnoticed. although it didn't feel rehearsed or planned, Nunnally managed to pivot all too SMOOTHLY for someone in her position.

on one hand he could respect the way she didn’t scramble to cover the silence with clumsy excuses or half-truths. it wasn't easy for most to do, especially not so unashamedly- it carried a certain unique appeal. however, without any context, her actions remained... DIFFICULT to digest & anticipate. that was what bothered Zhora. not knowing if this behavior was typical of Nunnally meant he couldn’t adequately prepare for the next time they crossed paths.

oh, and yes—

he had already decided: there would DEFINITELY be another time.

still, as CURIOUS as he was, Zhora chose not to press the issue further. he might have been forward with his line of questioning, but he was not oblivious. she didn't want to say what happened. something had occurred that she either didn’t feel comfortable sharing... or she didn’t think he deserved to know.

that didn't mean they couldn't still TRY to enjoy each others company... right? Zhora trailed behind her to the table & sat opposite to her while she seemed to be entertaining herself.

YES, he’d waited for her. patiently. but it wasn’t just about time, was it? everything else—the tone of his voice, the intentional phrasing... Nunnally hadn't accused him of being passive-aggressive, overly persistent, or tactless—though he was certain at least one of those descriptions would have crossed anyone's mind. did she pretend not to notice to maintain the upper hand?

" you’re bold, " Zhora replied at last—a neutral enough observation, delivered with the kind of tone that left the interpretation entirely up to her: praise, critique, or provocation. then, he continued, " I’m sure you don’t have any problem going after what you want, " he added, watching her reaction with measured interest.

" so why are you here? haven’t met 'the one' yet? " a pointed question. yet he hoped his soft smile might DULL the edge (just a bit).

[mintyisms]

❝He was a mess of scars like the sky was a mess of stars.❞

Hafsah Faizal, We Hunt the Flame

[frcnzied]

violence scale

zhora (physically emotionally(?) spiritually(??) sexually towards others & himself everything )

the thing (just vores for survival but the hunt is enjoyable so)

keres (mostly just a danger inwards / evil thoughts but also WILL act & fuck your shit up when patience runs out)

cho (only when provoked but she has no remorse ever so still p bad??)

ohta (squeamish mostly but has been known to rampage and kill under extreme circumstance)

brayan (would probably be violently ill after raising a hand to someone but has no problem like being responsible for decisions that brutalize ppl as long as he dont gotta SEE it go down )

[melamemea]

cliche love tropes i need asap.

Lovers whose love don’t add up. 

Lovers who are in for different things.

Lovers whose love never comes at the right time

Lovers who pine but can’t act on it.

Lovers who send each other secret glances in hope for the other to notice.

Lovers who love each other, but don’t dare to say it out loud.

Lovers where either gets hurts, because shit happens.

[malaeartes]

too late

Zhora surprised him again, for the better. Wolfgang had hoped that with that push at the back of his neck, he would have forced to plant his face between that legs, and yet, Zhora was betting on a kiss.

A fervent kiss, to which he responded by welcoming it wholeheartedly.

>> the gambler lost all he does not have

He let his body fall to the cold floor and parted his lips to receive him, as if Zhora had wanted to enter him. Whether it was a passionate kiss or something that required more use of tongue, it didn't matter; he'd been horny for a while. His body hid nothing from its counterpart: the fever, the anticipation, the desire. He wanted, no, he longed for this man with his destructive power to rebuild him with his hands and intentions.

To show him the worst of himself, to make him beg for his life.

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naturally, Zhora was EXPECTING Wolfgang give in to him yet again, & he did so almost immediately. no matter how much space between them Zhora tried to take for himself, Wolfgang let himself the swallowed up while simultaneously maintaining his own color- it was almost worthy of praise.

almost... but he KNEW that Wolfgang was just following his whims to play the part for now- & Zhora had much more work to completely DEVOUR him.

Zhora followed Wolfgang to the floor. as soon as he was on top of him, Zhora pulled away, hovering just above him with a playful smirk tugging at his lips. " proud of yourself? you're making me crazy already.... " he spoke breathlessly. he craned his neck down, lips brushing along Wolfgang’s jaw, trailing DOWN.

he lingered just a bit longer the lower he went, letting the warmth of his mouth BURN a little longer each time- drawing out the tension until bruises bloomed beneath him, beautiful shades meant to FORCE Wolfgang to think of him again when they would part.

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WHA YOU MEAN SICKO PERVERT FOR KERES

you think i'd give that information for F R E E ?

i mean REALLY THO he's literally just a pathetic grimy little sadomasochistic loser obsessive stalker creepy freak of nature rping as a semi-functioning member of society like ??? need i say more SAY NO PLEASE;;;;;;;;

[frcnzied]

how do yall fight the battle of like constantly wanting to expose your muse in threads

[kisumitenderly]

Sir?!

Kisumi couldn’t hide his amusement as he watched the kid scramble to shove the hoodie back onto his body, covering up his midriff. Kisumi didn’t have the heart to point out during his monologue that the hoodie he had put on was backwards. The hood bunched up under his chin as he spoke.

Kisumi tried his best to refrain from laughter as he listened to the woes and worries of guy having a mini melt down. “Hey, calm down there hot shot.” Kisumi mentioned as he finished drying his hands off as he stepped over towards the nervous kid. “I’m not super important so you don’t need to worry.” He winked, he was an underboss but that didn’t mean he had a ton of influence like some of the other individuals that would be gathered here tonight.

“Oh people will have their eye on you but maybe not for the right reasons.” Kisumi took pity on him and stepped up. “First of all, this.” He flicked the front of the hoodie pointing out it was on wrong. “I saw the shirt you were wearing underneath, that’s no good. Spin this around.” He suggested. Kisumi then began to shrug off his out suit jacket as he offered it up to the other, “you can layer with this if you’d like. It will at least help blend in. You’ll have to keep it button if you wear it with just that crop top you got on. Where did you think you would heading?” Kisumi wondered.

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" well, everyone here is much more important than me.. s-so I just want to be as respectful as I can-!! "the words tumbled out quickly & clumsily—but they were true. he had very little understanding he had of who each individual was & what role they played. every one of them seemed to carry the same CRUSHING weight to him. if it wasn't someone he recognized, it was someone Brayan was convinced he should FEAR.

" ah, right... what was i thinking.... " Brayan sighed. he honestly thought it was just going to be another casual evening- it wasn't uncommon for them to tell him to stop by for a moment just to pick something up or confirm some information. in his mind, there was no need to dress up. he didn't have any idea that he would have been walking into something bigger that night & expected to put his OTHER skills to use. without the right clothes & his hair just right he just didn't have the confidence he knew they were expecting from him. “ I’ll be much more careful next time! ” a promise to HIMSELF.

after what was a GLARINGLY short internal battle- he accepted the jacket in both hands & lowered his head. “ thank you! I’ll return it to you in brand new condition! ” better than what he borrowed it in....? he knew he shouldn't have accepted the offer, & would likely be scolded for it later- but in that moment, his only concern was being able to fulfill the expectations of those outside.

Brayan quickly tugged the hoodie back over his head to make room for the jacket, then buttoned it up completely & turned back to face the man. " how does it look? "

...the man whose name he didn't know. how was he going to give it back to him if he didn't even know that?! " my name is Brayan- may i... " wait- was he ALLOWED to ask that kind of thing??

[malaeartes]

Since they were holding hands or something, he took advantage of that contact to guide him down the path to his humble apartment. It was exactly one block, no more, no less. He opened the door with the old key in his coat pocket and let him into his home.

This was undoubtedly very risky, and Nathanael wasn't stupid, but his compassion was stronger than he was.

"Sit in one of the dining room chairs. Give me a moment." He asked him, while he was in charge of putting bread on the table, a warm tea, and at the same time he heated up a stew that had been stored in the refrigerator.

He tried to serve everything very quickly.

"Please eat."

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truthfully, the yokai had little confidence in their ability to accurately identify what a 'dining table' was, its location, & where they belonged in relation to it- but in following the man closely enough, they were easily led to where the rations for them placed.

they managed to DEVOUR the bread in seconds, then immediately reached for the cup of tea. It was warm—comfortingly so, not scalding. the shift in temperature was a small relief, a welcome contrast to the NUMB feeling they’d been trapped in for so long. the warmth traveled down their throat &` settled in the hollow pit of their core, easing the tension just enough to let them breathe.

" that- " that was it, right...? but they were still so hungry... TOO much so to feel confident enough to overpower & consume- " ah! " more! it smelled so delicious... as soon as it was set down on the table, they lowered their head directly INTO the bowl to lap it up messily, much like a starving canine.