GOLDEN BOY / GOLDEN SWORD.

Bhaal's first mistake (and first son).

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⚔︎ #SLAYCULTS - an independent & HIGHLY selective (mutuals only) blog for the first son of bhaal (aka the ORIGINAL dark urge) "kenichi shirahama"

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[ kenichi shirahama, appears to be in his 30's/actually thousands of years old (#justdemigodthings). He/they fighter (with samurai subclass) & cleric of Lathander. Part elf, part evil incarnate (thanks dad!). . . a study in: the burden of being the "golden" child, recovering from manipulative & abusive parenting, fighting literal AND metaphorical demons, surviving out of spite, and traumatizing your abusers back.

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RULES, ABOUT & VERSES UNDER THE CUT

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RULES

01. I'm not Japanese, I'm white. I'm currently studying the Japanese language (and culture) and have been for a few years now. My knowledge comes from language & culture & history classes I took in college and my own, self-guided, post-graduation research. I frequently use resources made by BIPOC such as the blog writingwithcolor to help guide my portrayal of Kenichi. My research is ongoing and will never truly end as long as I write Kenichi. I want to emphasize my appreciation and interest in Japanese culture, especially the Edo period. Due to previous issues of people trying to rage bait me / create unnecessary drama, I am only accepting feedback on my BIPOC original characters from mutuals. Feedback from Japanese mutuals, on this blog, is always given the most attention.

02. Connected to the above, I want to note that although Kenichi's character is inspired by characters such as Jin Sakai (Ghost Of Tsushima) & Mizu (Blue Eye Samurai), I use nonfiction articles NOT popular samurai games/shows to inform my portrayal of him.

03. Mutuals only (we both follow each other) for interactions. This applies to both ooc and ic interactions.

04. 18+ for general rp interactions, 20+ for nsfw rp interactions. I usually write fade to black but will write smut with trusted RP partners.

05. DO NOT INTERACT if you are racist, Islampahobic, LGBT+phobic, ableist, are pro-Israel, pro-cop, pro-Trump, etc.

06. DO NOT INTERACT IF your primary muses are from shows such as Hazbin Hotel, Family Guy, Disney Channel shows (shows that are geared toward extremely young children such as Bluey), etc.

07. Keep call out posts away from me. I don't want to be involved with drama. The block button is free. Use it.

08. OC friendly and crossover/AU friendly.

09. Low activity. Do not spam me with "reminders" to reply.

10. NOT soft block friendly. If you don't want to interact with me hard block me. I have auDHD and can have a hard time reading social cues, ESPECIALLY digital social cues.

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ABOUT

健一 (kenichi) ; meaning strong/healthy & one 白浜 (shirahama) ; meaning white beach

tw for abusive & manipulative parenting, murder, blood, mild gore, etc

Much like his last name suggests, Kenichi was born to a coastal community in the dnd/BG 3 equivalent of Japan -- specifically on a white beach. Son of the god of murder, Bhaal, and an elven woman by the name of Chiyoko, he was born in time of great bloodshed -- a civil war. With resources scarce and clashes over land/resources common, Chiyoko had devoted her blade to Bhaal in the hopes his otherworldly blessing would make her sword the deadliest in the world, in turn ensuring her region's victory in the civil war. She received his blessing and only got more blessings with every person (armed or unarmed) she cut down. Her blade became cold and ruthless... And so did her heart. When she wasn't spilling blood she was spilling pretty words, recruiting more worshippers of Bhaal.

Both of his parents valued him not as a child, but as a solider. He was clothed and fed but no love was given. He was trained to fight as soon as he could walk on his own. He did not play and he had no friends. Such things were of no use to a soldier. No matter how tired he got, no matter how lonely he felt, he was not allowed to cry. He was a weapon, and weapons do not weep.

Although the civil war would end and peace would be restored, peace would not last long. Another war broke out when he turned 16. This time the fight wasn't over resources but rather over loyalties. The ever growing cult of Bhaal, led by Kenichi's mother, had gained the attention of their neighbors. Branded as monsters following a monster, it seemed as though the world was out to get him and his family. Kenichi would lose track of how many years he fought in the name of Bhaal and his mother... Of how many souls his sword had taken. All the fighting reached a crescendo but came to a screeching halt when his mother was killed in battle.

His mother died but Bhaal did not visit. Bhaal did not care. She was just another mortal soul to him and he had a whole cult full of replacements for her. He felt profound sadness upon her death and profound relief. He could follow in her footsteps, or he could carve his own path. With Bhaal seeming too busy with his own conflicts to pay him much mind he started rebelling in small ways, fighting years worth of brainwashing with every small change he undertook. It would take many more years still but over time he shift from killing for Bhaal to killing cultists of Bhaal. His rebellion eventually reached his father who sent one of his other children (one of his half siblings) to kill him. He killed them instead.

It would become a brutal, never-ending cycle -- Bhaal sending one of his half siblings to him, him trying to reason with them and with him ultimately having to kill them. Knowing he couldn't maintain this dangerous but necessary cycle, he decided to officially commit to changing himself (and his loyalties) by becoming a cleric of Lathander. As one of Bhaal's divine enemies, Lathander was all too happy to help Kenichi. Sadly, even with Lathander's aid, Kenichi wasn't strong enough to carve his way through Bhaal's many allies and attempt to kill Bhaal or even weaken him in an attempt to restore balance to the world.

Afraid that centuries worth of fighting may lead to one of his most powerful allies against Bhaal dying, Lathander would use his divine powers to hide Kenichi's soul from Bhaal's sight.

Hiding in plain sight with Lathander's help, during the events of BG3, Kenichi is searching the world for Bhaalspawn and/or various demigods he might be able to convince to join him in fighting the Cult of Bhaal. He can be found helping the tieflings fight the goblins (and Minthara) and can also be found helping the Harpers in the Underdark.

- He will be hostile towards durges who are embracing the urges.

- He is neutral towards resisting the urge!durges and with proper teambuilding will trust/befriend them.

More info tba.

More verses tbd.

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kenichi is now on @fantasywr1te

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update: kenichi is now on @/savef1le <3 I have a few other bg3 ocs there too

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kenichi is now on @fantasywr1te

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moved / rebooting kenichi

@f8weaver

fyi this means I am dropping all current threads as well & starting fresh!

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moved / rebooting kenichi

@f8weaver

fyi this means I am dropping all current threads as well & starting fresh!

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moved / rebooting kenichi

@f8weaver

fyi this means I am dropping all current threads as well & starting fresh!

[itspapillonnoir]

GHOST OF TSUSHIMA

[leneemusing]

A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS

❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞

❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞

❝ would you come with me please? i adore your company. ❞

❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞

❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞

❝ could you just think about anyone other than yourself for once? ❞

❝ i'm not going to stand here and argue with you about how much you need to get some rest. if i find you passed out on the floor i'm leaving you there. ❞

❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up. ❞

❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞

❝ do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now? ❞

❝ i have confided this in you, please do not betray that trust. ❞

❝ do you like it here? with me? ❞

❝ are you still happy? with me, i mean. with us. ❞

❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞

❝ do you actually like spending time with me? because i feel like all you do is argue. ❞

❝ one of us will eventually have to have the strength to be honest with ourselves about each other. ❞

❝ i want to tell you something i just need a moment to figure out the right words. ❞

❝ if you were the religious type i would challenge god to win your devotion. ❞

❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞

❝ were you ever going to tell me or were you just going to make me guess what you're thinking and feeling. ❞

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“ no, ” they agree, “ but it does feel good, doesn’t it ? ” and who could pass on an opportunity to gloat? “ i’ll be honest; as much as i like you, i would have flaunted this victory. ”

dirt and shattered pride are cleaned with their hands. the tale is taken in, and comparisons are made. the abbot etched lessons into them at an early age; less of morals, and more of fighting ‘till your last breath. 

“ oh ? clearly, she taught you well. it’s been too long since i’ve been knocked down ! ” just as it always is, it was a rude awakening. seconds pass before they muster the nerve to ask, “ would it be too much to ask for advice ? i’m afraid my sword is. . . far sharper than my mind. ”

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Their honesty is both refreshing and amusing, making him emit a soft chuckle. "A little flaunting once in a while never hurt anyone. As long as you do not go around strutting like a peacock I would tolerate the flaunting."

The more the speak of the past, the more complicated his feelings grow. His mother and father were not good parents, but they were good instructors, teaching how to protect himself and then some. He takes pride in being as unlike his parents as he can be. The request for advice catches him off guard. Blinking in surprise, it takes him a few moments to come up with a proper answer.

"In my opinion, you need to spend more time with your sword. Polish it, feel its weight. Swing it both in your dominant and nondominant hands. Swing it with your eyes closed. Let someone hide it in the tall grass and find it with nothing but your hands to guide you. Your sword needs to feel like an extension of yourself so you may more readily notice when your stance or swing needs adjustment."

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I think pintrest is telling me I NEED to write kenichi more...

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He is blessed in many ways... First and foremost he is lucky to have earned her affection and second he is lucky to have earned a place in her bed. She is practically glowing as she rides out her orgasm, eyes shinning just as bright as the wetness between her eyes as she lets pleasure wash over her. Truth be told he climaxed not long after her. Afterall, who in their right mind could be unaffected by such a beautiful sight?

Her soft affections are met with an approving him. As she rests on his chest he kisses the top of her head and traces idle circles on her back. "It would be far from greedy," he assures her with a trail of tender kisses. "If anything it would be a gift for both of us." The beauty of being trans in a world filled with magic is that there are so many tools available to help you... He's got a strap on that functions much like a real penis, erecting when he is aroused and its magic link allowing him to feel every sensation. Most wonderfully still the magic strap converts the wetness between his thighs from climaxing into faux, sterile semen. "Do you want it the same as the last time or should I taste you this time?"

[selunaris]

Luna could not say she had ever had sex like it, in the best way possible. Even now, resting against Kenichi, she could feel that release trickling out of her onto her thighs and onto Kenichi, that pleasure lingering in her gut. And to watch Kenichi lose himself in the sensations as he had fucked her-- she would never tire of that sight.

Lips pressed warmly to his chest before sitting up slightly, smiling lazily as she continued to stroke her fingers through her hair. She hummed quietly as she contemplated what she wanted, certainly spoiled for choice.

"I loved it." She reiterated, hips rolling slowly against him. "But..." A rather mischievous little smirk spread across her lips as she leaned in closer, lips by his ear as her voice lowered to a whisper. "But I think I'd like you to taste me... Clean up the mess you made of me."

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With a soft, amused chuckle he leans into her every touch. She is sunlight and he is a flower, desperately soaking up every ray of sunlight she is willing to offer. Groaning in appreciation of her rolling her hips against him, he brushes a kiss across her cheek as he replies, "Then that is what I shall do. Apologies in advance for I may accidentally may make more of a mess in the process."

Brushing a tender kiss across her lips, he shifts his position, moving himself further and further south. Kenichi leaves a trail of warm, wet kisses in his wake, even going as far to kiss the sensitive, inner flesh of her thighs. Slick tongue soon brushes against her clit, rubbing repetitive circles across her sensitive flesh. Starting by licking clockwise, he shifts to licking counterclockwise, licking a bit harder and moaning a bit louder as he does so.

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Remember to keep your energy up whilst scrolling the dashboard! Have a fish cracker!

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[demonwebs-a]

INCORRECT QUOTES GENERATOR STARTERS.

↳ @slaycults : “don’t worry, i have a few knives up my sleeve.”

knives . good , good . because knives would surely be able to stop a tyrant in his tracks - and his loud hunks of sentient metal . color him unimpressed . ❝ i told you i should've been the one doing the talking . you suck at politics . ❞ great nose , terrible liar . and he's against stabbing people in the back ? honestly , had nobody raised this man properly ?

with his pert little nose angled upwards , vhaal'krin takes in the samurai , all of him ; his piercing red gaze running him up and down , twice , like something to be appraised . ❝ do you have anything larger in your pants ? ❞

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Vhaal'krin's words earn a soft laugh from the samurai. "Gortash is not particularly good at politics either. He may speak but nothing of substance comes out. All he spews are pretty, empty words." Insults regarding Gortash aside, he soon shifts the topic of conversation to address his companion's question.

"I have a sword at my hip, knives up my sleeves, and some powder bombs that will prove helpful, especially with those metal monstrosities. I am well armed. You would do better to not underestimate me." A pause, then, the added playful remark of, " I can not tell you about everything I had hiding within my pants. I must keep the element of surprise, after all."

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Closing her eyes, she takes in the sounds of the babbling creek, the sounds of wildlife active around them despite the monster in their midst. It was refreshing and heartening to know that wildlife didn't view her as a threat... though his words soon have her eyes opening once more, looking to him with a small smile. She understood what he was trying to say... that she was born good and still wanted to be good... but that didn't take away from the fact that she was still a monstrous thing.

"You're not wrong," she muses, "The same can be said of the opposite though... some people were born bad and have always been bad, and don't want to change..." she thinks of Cazador then, knowing he's entirely incapable of wanting to change himself. "A lot like my Master... he's a cruel man. Always had been, and he always will be."

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"Good and bad, light and dark... One can not exist without the other," he agrees with a small nod of understanding. He can not blame her for despising her master. He hates the man and he hasn't even met him. For Cazador's sake he hopes they do not meet because he would quickly and happily stake him through his twisted, evil chest.

"He may be your master but you are not him. You are your own person. I would not help you, I would not be your friend if I was not certain of that fact," he adds, hoping to further reassure her.

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Cassian was cursing under his breath that someone managed to have a silvered weapon and actually hurt him. He hated what was happening here. He had such a soft spot for those of his race that were oppressed and beaten down due to no fault of their own.

Though the healing healed up his wounds the headache didn't waver. If anything the healing magic just made whatever writhed in his skull squirm more. He found himself flinching away from the touch, almost snarling but he stopped himself.

"I apologize the headache is well-" he sighed and shook his head trying to will the beastie to stop squirming. "More than what it seems."

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It is interesting to see how rough, calloused hands that wield swords can in turn become soft. Kenichi is both dangerous and innocent, his hands being used to heal just as often as they are to harm. Right now he is trying to help Cassian heal the worst of his injuries. Brows furrowed in concentration, a frustrated sigh soon escapes his lips as he attempts to ward away Cassian's headache to no avail.

Healing glow slowly fading from his hands, sweat drips from his brow as he takes a break. "No kidding. It feels more like a curse than an injury. I am sorry that you are still in pain. I can try again in a few minutes."

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@slaycults sent — ❝ when i was little i used to believe fairies made it rain. i think i just wanted the world to feel magical. ❞ for fiadh

"the world is magical." fiadh remarked, bustling back over to him, giving kenichi a soft look, "fairies don't make it rain, but the fact that it is a complex inter-working of several different cycles that do make it rain is a little magical."

the words are spoken with the brightness and confidence that one would expect from a cleric of the joybringer. finding magic and joy in the mundane was something fiadh had quite an exceptional knack for. she dries off her hands on the tunic she wears, and then offers a hand to help him up. "come on. i find the best solution after a long day and some good medical care, is a nice, strong drink."

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The world is magical, that is true. Sometimes he wonders if the world would be better off without magic. Magic is wild and powerful. When harnessed power can hurt just as much as it can heal. Not to mention people often twist magic to suit their own goals. His father, for example, has turned magic into a despicable weapon of oppression and murder.

Accepting her hand up with a thankful smile, he replies, "it sounds like you have a drink in mind. Care to give me a recommendation? I do not drink often, it makes the liquor taste sweeter by only having it on special occasions."

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⤷ continued from / @slaycults

❝ i don't think scratch would like that ... ❞ the innocuous sound of her voice flutters against the uncomfortable stillness that began to settle , a drifting note whisked by the wind as the tiniest of pouts coils into the warmth of her mouth .

her small fingers recoil , half-curling into her palm , but hanging in anticipation . ❝ don't be mad ... i'm sorry i chewed on your hair . it was just so soft , ❞ didn't taste nearly as sugary as she'd thought it would , though ; a dainty hand reaches to timidly tap the shoulder of the scowling fighter , two light taps . ❝ can i try again ? i promise i won't do it again . ❞

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"Better his ball than my hair," Kenichi grumbles. Despite his grumbling he doesn't seem angry, moreso mildly annoyed than anything. Waving her hand (and most importantly, her teeth) away he emits a soft sigh before speaking further. He is agitated, for sure but his agitation does not warrant harsh, cruel words.

"I am willing to try again. But only after I give you some gum first. You can chew on the gum instead of my hair. The texture is not quite the same but I can assure you the gum tastes far better."