DEATHWISH

A male Hex Maniac OC

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Smoke it off | Yokai & Moros

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doomedgod

That was… fair. It made Moros realize that he was still thinking of Yokai as just another person, and he was forced to reconsider slightly. Logically, it made sense that someone like Yokai would prefer the company of someone unperturbed by perceived oddities. Moros couldn’t say he felt the same, really, but then he’d never been wholly comfortable conversing with anyone, regardless of their attitude toward him.

At least it was coming a little more easily now. It did help that Yokai had different expectations for conversational topics than most people. Moros didn’t have to try and maintain some pretense of normality. Yokai not looking at him constantly helped too. Most people were so intent on eye contact. It made his skin crawl.

Yokai seemed derisive of his suggestion, though privately Moros didn’t believe a word of what he said. If Yokai had done anything other than act the way he had, Moros would have vanished. He didn’t care enough to correct him, though. Instead he kept quiet, watching the water ripple in the aftermath of Yokai’s disturbance. When the water had smoothed out once more, he asked, “And when you’re not enjoying the peace? What do you do then?”

The question rips a chuckle from Yokai’s throat, it’s surprisingly sinister due to his tone. Well, it’s an understandable curiosity, he supposed. He invited it, so now the raven haired boy merely takes his time to think it through. The right way to say it, what to say, those things make him think for once in a longer while.

“Depends on my mood.” He ends up saying before he continues, it was a generally alright opening. “Sometimes I enjoy making others uneasy, savouring the fear in their eyes, the fear of the unknown and the occult. But other times.. Well, I prefer my company with less life in them. Those occasions are unpredictable, though.”

He takes a small breath of the cold night air before looking up to Moros yet again.

“And what about you?” It feels only fair to ask in return.

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say amen (saturday night) • panic! at the disco

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&&. Midnight Reverie | Yokai and Rei

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           ― Her smile had slowly diminished, showing a fraction of surprise then to cover with a small frown in its wake, gray eyes frantically judging his decently pleasing smile and his sincere tone, yet the strange discord between the two. An interesting mix, it seemed, between seeming to want yet deny the notion of chatting as if they were oldfriends, not enemies despite the mocking words they share between each other.

           This was far from what the chaneller had expected ( then again, she did not know to expect many things), civil talk with the man she loathed ?? How long would that last, she wondered. ‘ Not very long ’ seemed to be the only conclusion she would guess, but it didn’t exactly hurt to follow play along, even just a little while.

                        「 How… quaint of you. For I despise you, I saw no joy in meeting you again no matter how interesting you were or how bored I was. 」, a brief pause. Then, swiftly closing the fan, Rei had lightly stabbed the precious item into his chest, a sneer on her face, contrasting his expression.「 But, despite your occasional jabs at me you seemed to have mellowed down from then. It’s a first from you to even consider small talk with me. 」

           Another pause followed, her features softening back to just a frown. 「 However, I accept, if only for the interest of what you have to say to consider such a thing. Perhaps it’ll please your pathetic soul than mine. 」

The stab of the fan is no surprise to him, it’s a familiar and gladly welcome sensation. But he won’t admit it, he’ll never admit being humane like this, his pride in being a monster is the only thing he has left. 

The only thing he allows himself to accept, that is.

“Well, aren’t I a kind soul?”

The remark hurts him more than the discomfort in his chest the fan caused. It hurts him because it’s true. There was no more sadistic fire that used to push him to extremes to hurt this woman, to make her swallow every last drop of her pride. If there was.. it was a small spark in a sea of emptiness, a sea of quiet sorrow of a man who only knew how to hate.

The very poison in his eyes.

“Perhaps it will.” He admits, but his sneering tone and a sarcastic expression cover the truth of it. “If it doesn’t, well..”

“I have other ways of getting amusement from you.” A chuckle follows the statement.

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aesthetic meme: list your muses aesthetic. anyone can do this, list your muse’s aesthetic from tastes, smells, outfits, and sceneries. add as many subjects as you like, it can help with people tagging you in aesthetically pleasing things towards your muse!

tagging: Hh I’m not sure so anyone can do it if they wanna?

TASTES: bitter black coffee || blood || sour berry-type fruits

SMELLS: incense || the ocean || lavender, especially in scented candles

SIGHTS: the horizon over the sea at night || crescent moon || mist || dim street lights

SOUNDS: ghostly whispers || violins || howling, alike that of wolves || waves 

SENSATIONS: that feeling of a lack of existence when diving under the water || a lack of breath, the burning in his lungs such brings after a while || the burning in his throat when smoking || the feeling of nails just slightly scraping over his skin || lacking control over his body, helplessness before greater power

OUTFITS: black trench coats || knee high boots || cross necklaces || turtlenecks with slightly too long sleeves || chokers, both thin and thick || black jeans || black vests

BODY: straight but messy black hair || sickly pale skin || poison purple eyes || forearm scratches || long eyelashes || thin and feminine frame || long legs || black nail-polish

OTHER: n/a

tagged by: @lxvrina

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&&. Midnight Reverie | Yokai and Rei

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          ― Suppressing the desire to step back into the dark once again, Rei had kept her soft, sweet smile. Still looking up at the man in front of her she gently brushed her fan over her lips, hiding a mocking grin, akin to his. Even if time had distanced them, it seemed as if they would both return to their twisted waltz regardless of the circumstances.

          A thrilling yet dangerous waltz laced with poison.A familiar dance with a familiar man.  ( And too she would never admit that she had missed this feeling, this dance, and by extension, him too.)

                       「 I am far from happy. As a matter of fact, I rather enjoyed my peaceful days without youaround. 」, A gentle lie truth flowed out of her lips with mockery as she spoke with her head high, eyes narrowing, as if a playful gesture.「 However, it’s rather… interesting that you’re happy to see me. I thought you hated everyspeck of my being. 」

          A brief, dry laugh followed ( how unusual for the channeler ) , flicking the tip of the fan towards his direction as she continued with her bold words. 「 But of course it’s only to meddle in my affairs. Nothing more, nothing less. And today you won’t be ruining any day or night of mine. 」

There is a thin line between love and hate.

Yokai knew this, and currently what he felt was a feeling words can't describe, the one on that very line.

Neither here or there, afraid to let himself be swayed to either side and lose the other.

Ah, what a mess this was, it makes the man chuckle at his own foolishness for allowing this fickle rivalry to reach this point at all. But he'll bear with it, it was all his fault, after all.

And mistakes bring consequences, Rei was merely one of those.

"I am glad that the dull times will be gone now, at least for a while. You are interesting and I'm quite bored, is that not enough of a reason to be happy to see you again?" Pushing his true motives aside yet again, he smiles, almost pleasantly.

"But we'll see.. For now we can take it slow, no? Smalltalk and whatnot, would that please your pathetic heart? To be treated as a person you always insisted you were. I'll even be civil for now."

His tone sounds honest, but something about his expression is off. It seems like he genuinely wants this but despises the idea at the same time.

A disaster as he always was.

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&&. Midnight Reverie | Yokai and Rei

                         「 Of course. It had to be you. 」

            ― Her bitter words were followed by a tight-lipped grimace, arms folded as the ghostly figure looked up at that familiar face ( to her dismay, she did not grow at all ever since they had last met ), a glare of ire clear in her gray eyes. It had been too long, too long, ever since their last meeting and things were rightfully blissful with those days without the looming presence of him in the chaneller’s mind. 

            Yet even in those peace-ridden days, something felt missing. And even if Rei would never admit it, it was with him. This familiar feeling of spite mixed with excitement ( and some parts fear )… it would only be with him and him alone. 

            Though a small part of her had begged to walk away from the moment she saw him on this desolate night, she wasn’t going to run and hide like a weak coward. As petty as holding onto past feelings were, she sought to fight back as she stepped forward, closer, her figure more defined in the soft light of the moon, no mood to play any games.

                         「 I thought I finally got rid of your unwanted presence… But alas, seems as if I was unfortunately mistaken. 」, a small, mocking smile formed on her lips as she broke the silence once again, her fan swiftly opening with a flick of her hand, 「 I never expected the day I would meet you again, Yokai. 」

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That voice.. Yokai almost doesn’t recognise it, and really, he wishes he didn’t. He so badly wishes to know it was just another hopeful illusion. But as if fate would ever be kind to him. It was her, it was Rei.

The woman he’d never admit he missed.

How fitting, then, for them to meet on a desolate night like this. Alike the many quiet nights in the harbour when Yokai would think of her, remember their spiteful words and threats the two exchanged... Their very own Danse Macabre.

But he won’t admit it, he decides as he grins to the slightly older female, he won’t ever admit to being the living example of you can’t love it til you lose it.

Having his name called, it feels.. strangely pleasant, but he doesn’t let it show as he speaks.

“My, and I thought you’d be happy to see me again, Rei. After all, wasn’t it a bit too peaceful without me around?” The Hex Maniac asks, taking a few steps closer. “I know I am quite happy to be able to ruin you days again, or should I say nights, this time?”

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Smoke it off | Yokai & Moros

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doomedgod

Did curiosity make it acceptable to ask anything you pleased? …Well, it usually did for Moros. Yokai didn’t seem the type to remain beholden to social mores either. That didn’t make it any less irritating, though. Then again, perhaps that was the point.

“My disinterest is interesting. That’s new.” The people around here must be supremely boring if someone as deadpan as him was such a curiosity. There was rarely anything to be gained from overt displays of emotion. Moros didn’t understand why anyone would bother, really. Feelings were personal—private. They could be used against you far too easily.

“I hope your goal isn’t just to provoke a reaction, though.” For one thing it felt somehow worse to think that all of this personal information he’d shared was just a side effect of trying to make him snap, rather than… whatever kind of conversation this was. “If it is, there are better ways to waste your time.”

“It’s really not, usually people are unsettled by me, they feel uneasy.. You though, you haven’t shown any emotion besides a hint of irritation. It’s oddly comforting.” He allows a chuckle then, kicking one of his legs to cause an upset in the water. There was no reason to it, he just felt like distorting the imagery of the moon and the stars reflecting in the water.

It was simply too calm.

The following statement makes him sneer, however, genuinely amused or perhaps driven to the point of mocking the other with his expression. “Please, if that was my goal, I would have already done so. As I said before, even sick dastards like me know to enjoy peace every now and again.”

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Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters

Instead of a specific plot to work around, here’s a list of settings that all feature a melancholy, moody, or creepy atmosphere. Simply send me a symbol for a setting you want to RP in, and I’ll either make a starter or approach you to plot!

🌕A full moon night with wind whistling through the trees

🌊The seashore late at night, with lightning over the water in the distance

🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes

🍁A cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely

🎹Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room

💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise

⛪A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence

🌳A maze-like forest at dusk, with a sense of anxiety as the sun disappears

⛵On the beach before dawn as remnants of a ship wreck wash onto shore

🍂A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon

🌃Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away

🎃After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends

🚘Sitting with a popped tired on the side of a long stretch of road, waiting

⚡Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way

🥀An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous (or dead, dry) plants

🌾An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles

🐊Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away

🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it

🚧Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring

🐟Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water

🌿An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history

💀A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt

🚇A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home

🌈The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere

👗An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead

❄ A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering

🍄An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence

🌑Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again

☔Taking a long walk with an umbrella, struggling with a low, low mood

☕At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring

🌵A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red

💤Dreaming of scraping nails gainst the window glass, and waking to still hear it

🐕A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods

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Smoke it off | Yokai & Moros

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doomedgod

‘Are you that grateful for being saved?’

Moros must have gone very wrong in this conversation for such a question to come up. He’d never considered such a thing, much less voiced it out loud—the consequences of doing so would be harsh. Not that Moros knew for certain; he would never betray his loyalty to Ghetsis in that way.

Of course he was grateful. How could he not be grateful? All of the things he’d seen an experienced, the things he’d done and felt, he never would have had any of them without his master’s intervention. He wouldn’t be standing here reflecting on any of this if it hadn’t been for Ghetsis.

That knowledge had followed him everywhere for as long as he could remember. He couldn’t shake it because it was part of him. Inalienable truth. Not some fanciful ideal he was bound to live up to. “It’s not ‘how it should be,’” he said. As much as the question angered him, his tone was even and passionless. “It’s how it is. The only reason I am here having this conversation is him. If I were to question my debt I would only have the luxury to do so because of him.” Was that so hard to understand? Did that not make sense? His life wasn’t his. It wasn’t. Moros stepped back.

He was talking too much, and for no reason. “Not that it’s any of your concern.”

Foolish.

That’s the first thought that comes to mind as Moros speaks, it was such an abstract concept to Yokai whom has lived without any attachments for years now. Living for someone, being so devoted to that person that you would certainly do anything for their sake..

It’s something Yokai lived through, and it’s a certain fall to ruin. He knows, he knows nothing good can come from that feeling he dares call selflessness. He knows, yet he doesn’t care. If this man is to destroy himself on such a path, then so be it.

“It’s not, of course. I am merely curious. And every word you speak wakes another ghost of curiosity, my they might just swallow me whole. But you remain as stoic as ever, it’s.. interesting to say the least.”

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RPG Au

YOU FELL INTO MY TRAP I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THISAhem:

👻 Definitely a necromancer, though his work is quite off to many in his profession. While others may raise mindless minions, Yokai's resurrection work is more elaborate. They can think and feel, although they are undoubtly loyal to him regardless.👻 He is first introduced as a mini-boss in the game, a presence that has been causing disasters and graveyard ruin in a village nearby. After he is defeated he'll seek death himself but you would have the option to recruit him.👻 If he comes along he will be a strong party member but the problem would be his low health. He is sickly by nature, so he cannot fight directly for too long.👻 He gets the "Hesitant to fight" stat and an empty line of dialogue with an uneasy expression when facing fairy type monsters.👻 He may be grumpy in his interactions with others at first but as you get to know him he will become friendlier and more vulnerable towards the main character.. If you make the right choices.

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High school au

Wooo boy high school is a thing that exists yea, alright.

👻 Yokai is that one kid that’ll come in a turtleneck and a black trench coat along with combat boots in May and you cannot stop this boy.👻 Does he ever sleep? Who knows, but those dark circles sure say no. He is prone to all-nighters and instead of studying for school he gives up half-way to read books about the occult.👻 He has amazing grades in History but his P.E. grade is so low you wonder how that boy even passes considering how rarely he actually does something in that class.👻 If there’s an Occult Club in his school, you bet he’s the founder. Strangely enough, the club is like a small family. They would care for each other a lot, a bond over death.👻 He would 100/10 tell ghost stories about school bathrooms so he could have them vacant to smoke when he excuses himself from class or club activities. If it fails, he’ll spend his time on the rooftop.

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How about Sabrina?

“Sabrina..” That woman definitely had talent, and an aura Yokai would be interested in. Besides, he fondly remembers the light feeling of butterflies in his stomach he’d get back in his youth while he watched her battles through the Gym’s glass door. “..I wouldn’t mind a date, I suppose.”

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Morty

"Morty again, huh?" He thinks this one through, he did have a lot of admiration for the man, and he certainly wished to meet him one day but as it is.. It won't be quite possible.

"You wish."

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I ship you with real life people. Stay away from the sexy ghosts Morty!!!! THEY'LL LEAD YOU ASTRAY!

"...Morty?" He seems a bit confused at first, but then he chuckles. "Ah well, no thanks. I much prefer dead things, you know? After all.. dead don't lie like the living do."

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