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@hanlengjun
Mobei Jun ❅ Scum Villain’s Self Saving System
An arrogant pure-blooded ice demon who rules over the northern territory of the demonic realm
Being a King apparently means being a royal prick as well. Pun intended.
World hard and cold [slaps chest] Mobei Jun also hard and cold
"I'm blue da ba dee da ba di"
Suffers from resting bitch face syndrome
Communicates with grunts or growls
Tits amazing
Sir I need my emotional support hamster
"Merry crisis."
@corvisque asked: [LIFT] reverse :)
"Tsk. All this walking is tedious, wouldn't you agree, no?" Mobei Jun feels the foreign weight of the tan one slumping heavily against his side. If he didn't know better, he'd say Zevran is making a real show it; making comments about how sore his feet are and periodically bumping into the ice demon. Mobei Jun even had to slow his stride once or twice just so Zevran doesn't lag behind. Honestly, it's become a bit bothersome ..
"Stop following me." Grumbles the cold one.
"We've already come all this way! It would be a shame to stop now. Let us continue, yes?" Zevran chimes in a little too eagerly.
"Then.. " Mobei Jun huffs, clearly exhasperated, "Keep up."
"You see, therein lies the problem. You are very tall my friend. Might I add your legs are very muscular as well. I am having a hard time keeping up and oh--" Rather than listen to the incessant prattling, Mobei Jun takes it upon himself to scoop the noisy elf up into his arms.
"Better?"
"Oh yes!"
I love this very serious novel and the its very serious characters. ✨️
𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠
Feel free to add context if needed! Add "Reverse" to any action to swap the roles!
[BRUSH] Sender offers to brush receivers hair
[STYLE] Sender offers to style receivers hair
[ADJUST] Sender straightens/fixes receivers clothing (Tie, coat, hair accessory, etc.)
[FASHION] Sender brings over an outfit for receiver to try on
[EAT] Sender brings receiver food while they're focused on another task.
[KISS] Sender kisses receiver on the cheek
[FOREHEAD] Sender kisses receiver on the forehead
[HUG] Sender suddenly hugs receiver
[REST] While out on a walk, sender guides receiver to sit down somewhere and rest.
[OPEN] Sender opens something for the receiver (pickle jar, package, etc.)
[GIFT] Sender gives receiver a small gift (Make sure to name what it is!)
[PAY] Sender pays for receivers meal
[HOLD] Sender hugs receiver and holds them close.
[LIFT] Sender picks up receiver princess style
[HIGH] Sender gets something off the high shelf for receiver
[WATER] Sender brings receiver a water bottle
[HAND] Sender takes receivers hand so they don't get lost in a crowd.
@darkenforcer cont from here
The number of times Mobei Jun could count on one hand that some pint-sized human had thrown themself at his chest, pleading for assistance, would be twice. An astounding two times.
The first occured when his Shang Qinghua fled from a nest of monstrous, maneating ruby-eyed spiders. He snotted all over the front of Mobei Jun's robes and clung to his waist crying desperately 'My King! Save me!' The pathetic display stirred something deep inside him, but at the time he couldn't figure out exactly what.. so he did the only rational thing any demon would do in his position! He peeled Shang Qinghua off and flung him back into to ravenous mandibles of the spider swarm! He realized, some time later, that what he felt was sympathy and probably shouldn't have thrown his attendant..
And the second time is now. As he stares down at the unfamiliar face, Mobei Jun decided he wouldn't make the same mistake he did years ago. When the shouts of angry bar patrons reached the allyway and the thrashing of heavy footfalls stampede closer, he effortlessly scoops the human up into his arms.
"Hush. They're coming." His voice rumbles, the thought of retreat occurring to him for a fraction of a second- but demons never retreat. Instead he plots, the temperature plummets and a thin layer of ice crackles as it engulfs the street and surrounding buildings.
The first patron rounds the corner shouting, "Found the bastard!" A second chimes in, "Get 'im!" While a third roars, "He's mine!" Simultaneously all three skid on the ice, toppling into one another and slipping on their asses.
Mobei Jun huffs, the corner of his lips twitch. It's not quite a grin but it's pretty damn close as he watches on in amusement at their failed attempts to stand upright. This emtertains him for a good 5 seconds before he grows bored from their struggle and turns to leave, with the human who caused all this ruckus still held firmly in his arms.
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Mobei Jun knew he chose well when selecting this human to be his caregiver. The term servant doesn't quite sit right on his tongue as Eiden is far above the roll of a mere servant.
"It is decided then." Mobei Jun blatantly ignores the comments about learning to handwash those garments himself. Why would he have need for that when he has a serv-- caregiver.
"Eiden will clean and cook. Once he has completed these tasks this Mobei Jun will reward him handsomely."
" .... "
Eiden puffs his cheek but then sighs, cheeks slightly flushing at the suggestion.
" I mean I'll take that reward.... And some praise too thank you very much!"
" ....I'm too nice for my own good huh? Or maybe just simpleminded like that. "
Both simple and single-minded are words that had been used for him, by others and himself alike. He'd like to think it's praise even if most of the time that's people teasing him.
" Haah... Go to the kitchen then, I'll come there once I'm done with this ok? " he then continues, positioning the robes on his arm so that he can easily take them to the bathroom for cleaning.
"It is not Eiden's fault that he is simpleminded." Mobei Jun speaks up with a sort of gentle glint in his eyes, and somehow the harsh edge to his voice softens too. He places a reassuring hand upon Eiden's shoulder and stares down at him with rapt attention. "Humans are feeble-minded creatures. It is only in your nature to be.. untutored." But that does not mean Mobei Jun thinks of him any less! In fact, he's rather fond of Eiden.
With reassurances voiced, Mobei Jun nods in silent understanding. He turns to take his leave, but instead of heading towards the kitchen as directed, instead he makes his way into Eiden's room... where be raids Eiden's closet and helps himself to Eiden's clothes.
When he reappears it becomes apparent that the blue shirt he picked out is two sizes too small, it fits him like a crop top. Even the gray sweatpants he adorns are quite snug in the nether regions as well
"Eiden.." His voice booms as he enters the kitchen with a sort of strained, displeased frown. "Fix this." Fix what? He didn't say.
Testament was certainly not someone who was easily intimidated, and so unlike the others who seemed to make way for the large man, they maintained their place in line...Although perhaps it was due to their own appearance, as well.
It seemed others did not wish to be at the judge's table currently being assigned with the two of them.
"Oh, the desserts category." The shuffling of the crowd was palpable as they turned to the large, icy man.
"Seems like it's just the two of us for now. More for us, I suppose."
@hanlengjun
The scene that played before him was an all too familiar one; a sea of bodies scatter and disperse, and what was jubilation at the thought of a delightful time was quickly squandered, their joy replaced by looks of fright. Mobei Jun was unmoved by the unsettling domino effect his menacing aura causes, his very presence chilling the air.
As the last onlooker stumbles out of his way, Mobei Jun glanced down with ice in his eyes half expecting this one to retreat as well. When they remained steadfast, he merely nods in agreement.
"Mm. It appears to be so... Desserts are decadent, are they not? This Mobei Jun wishes to partake."
@kleinstar cont. from here
To say Mobei Jun was fully nude was not completely true-- he had enough sense to slip into a pair of clean slippers at least. After he had dumped his garments into Eiden's awaiting arms, he levels him with a scrutinize gaze.
"...yes. I would prefer it if you dried them as well. Wash and dry... As is custom." Afrer a brief pause of staring at Eiden with that frigid gaze of his, Mobei Jun chimes in with a, "Feed me while you're at it."
" No that's not it... The fabric needs special sort of cleaning. I'd need to take them out--- err. "
" .... never mind that. Can't leave you here like that. I'll just handwash them... You know it'd do you good to learn to do this yourself right? "
Eiden brow lowers on the second command though.
" ....dude, I'm not your servant! "
" Y-you can't just use that ... hot smoking body of yours as a bargaining chip whenever your want!! "
Mobei Jun knew he chose well when selecting this human to be his caregiver. The term servant doesn't quite sit right on his tongue as Eiden is far above the roll of a mere servant.
"It is decided then." Mobei Jun blatantly ignores the comments about learning to handwash those garments himself. Why would he have need for that when he has a serv-- caregiver.
"Eiden will clean and cook. Once he has completed these tasks this Mobei Jun will reward him handsomely."
The realization dawns on him.. slowly.. but surly.. he stands there silent, watching as War gestures to the wall which held familiar phallic shapes of all different sizes and colors. What could only be described as a grin cracks the cold exterior that is Mobei Jun's stony visage.
"Mm." The demon king folds his arms across his chest, eyeing a particularly large item that seems to shimmer under the light. It was eye catching to say the least, Eiden certainly knew how to display his products in a way that was pleasing to look at.
"That one." Mobei Jun gestures at it with a tilt of his chin, taking no effort to move either. "Fetch me that one. I'd like to see it under a different light."
If this was anyone else, War would have done his job without any hesitation, but...this was Mobei Jun. "Hrm." The horseman let out a breath from his nose; not a sigh, but clearly there was annoyance.
"Very well." He moved from out behind the counter and walked over to the wall of phallic products; then he grabbed what Mobei Jun asked for and brought it back over. He stood near the demon king; looming over him. "Here."
The idea of customer service is still quite new to him, but he understands it as a type of servitude. The simple fact that War obeyed his command was absolutely delicious. Though he does not smile, there’s a certain pleased air to his countenance. Mobei Jun’s brow scrunches slightly when he sees the product in hand. Despite having to crane his neck to look up at War, his voice is quite smug as he replies.
"Eiden's products are intriguing as I have come to understand. This one, however, will not satisfy. Put it back and bring me a size bigger."
Sorry for low activity. Mental health hasn't been the best
@redhorseman
He wakes up in the same manner as he did last time, engulfed in familiar comforts of his own bed, feeling as though the previous events that transpired were only a dream. Mobei Jun grumbles, scrunching his nose in scrutiny and fists the cotton sheets beneath his pillow- cotton, not silk. This bed was nowhere near as luxurious as the one in his true home but it was no less familiar to him than the back of his hand.
He heaves himself off the mattress and takes a second to orient himself, yeah, most definitely his bed chambers but not his bed chambers. This wasn't the frozen palace, which means Shang Qinhua would not walk through that front door with a list of the today's agenda. He wouldn't help dress Mobei Jun, or brush and pin up Mobei Jun's hair. He wouldn't fidget nervously the way he does when he wants a kiss, or squeak the way he does when he's hauled in and his mouth is devoured in a kiss. He wouldn't do any of those things because he wasn't here.
Which sours Mobei Jun's mood immediately.
When he finally steps outside he notices something in the air; snowflakes. By itself snow is not uncommon this time of year, but Mobei Jun is all too familiar with the white stuff, he could tell this wasn't any ordinary snow fall. This was his snow. It whips around the Fibonacci streets in a furious flurry and the wind that carries it howls like a beast.
He turns to investigate when Mobei Jun stops dead in his tracks, suddenly remembering a very bizarre thing that happened while he was back in the northern palace. Something that was out of place. Something that was there but wasn't supposed to be. A very red thing that crashed through his hall; War. It's no coincidence that War invaded his territory, and now that he's back on the island somehow bits of the northern desert have started to spread like frozen tendrils, engulfing the streets in ice and snow. War did this. Somehow. Some way. He's not sure, but he's come to the conclusion that War is involved.
Mobei Jun growls, baring his teeth as he does so. His form is swallowed by shadows and when they dissipate he's no longer standing in the middle of the street, but directly behind War.
"You did this." He's all piss and vinegar when he swats the bowl of soup out of War's hand, not bothering to explain what the horseman is supposedly responsible for. The temperature in the air violently drops and ice cracks as the grass in a 100 foot radius around them is suddenly frozen over.
"Fix it. Now."
Airplane to the rescue!
