2nd Gen Gods & Nammuins

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Roleplaying blog for all of TrTr’s OCs!!

OPTIONS:

Reaper (God of Death) He/Him, Gay

“I…. Like flowers… they need so little to keep surviving…. And I enjoy their vibrant colors...”

awkward, quiet, curious, sweet.

Phanes “Whitlock” (God of the Seasons) He/Him, Gay

“My favorite season? Hmmm… I like all of them!”

nervous, people pleaser, absolute GEEK, kind

Revika (Goddess of Balance) She/Her, AroAce

“Ugh. This wine isn’t aged at all…”

wine aunt, patient to a degree, fixes problems, once she is irritated she is IRRITATED.

Mars (God of War [defensive]) He/Him, Bisexual

“Uh, yeah, Sure thing, kid.”

middle aged, experienced, doesn’t want people to follow violent paths, awkward when it comes to comforting but he cares.

Kagu “Aritza” ([Curse] of Chaos) He/Him, Aromantic

“I’d let my mistress do that to me”

HORRRRNY mf, masochist, very manipulative, evil twink!!!

Half-Moon Twins

-Cevar He/They, undetermined

“get back! I have a sharp stick!”

caretaker of Ravec, defensive, about 6 years old.

-Ravec, He/They, Undetermined

“mom is cold”

mute, dependent on Cevar, skittish, about 6 years old

Alex “Armstrong” (Goddess of Love) She/Her, Pansexual

“Oh don’t you worry, I’ll get you a date within the hour! ^_^”

fun, bubbly, talkative, obsessed with finding people partners, fan favorite, pumpkin spice latte girl

Arieth Lynch (Demi-[Curse] of Chaos) He/Him, Bisexual

“If quizzes are quizzical, then what are testicles? Wait- fuck-“

alcoholic, 24 y/o, desperate for a life, cocky flirt, very insecure w a sensitive ego, sweet if you break through his shell, ginger with freckles

Kuzmiko “Schäfer” Nowak, He/Him, Gay

“The fuck you looking at?”

Goth gay king, 17 y/o, desperate for a lover, hallucinating his dead sister, easily on the defense, sweet of sorts if you don’t piss him off

Yuki “Schäfer” Takahashi, She/Her, undetermined

“Let’s blow that motherfucker up!!!”

chaotic and hyper 16 y/o, coping with trauma through fantasized violence, PTSD, poor academically, loves/p her father Usotsuki

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Bleach Schrifts except theyre our OCS 💜

A - The All-Knowing (Uchū) B - The Balance (Revika) ! C - The Control (Llarona) D - The Death (Reaper) ! E - The Environment (Phanes) ! F - The Faith (Arieth) ! G - H - The Halves (Cevar & Ravec) ! I - The Image (Mary) J - The Justice (Yuki) ! K - The Knowledge (Truth & Lies) L - The Love (Alex) ! M - The Metamorphosis (Rani) N - The Night (Laila) O - The Offense (Katsuni) P - The Peace (Usotsuki) Q R - The Revive (Niiko) S - The Sun (Kaazu) T - The Time (Akeno) U - The Unconscious (Beel) V - The Veil (Mars) ! W - The Worship (Kagu) ! X Y - The Yearn (Kuzmiko) ! Z

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Katsuni: These brownies downstairs are really good, are they yours?

Usotsuki: Yeah, it's gonna kick in soon

Katsuni: What's gonna kick in

Katsuni: Uso

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oh you know for a fucking fact yuki had 7 and had to get sent to the hospital for an overdose (she didnt realize they were laced)

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Alex is actually one of the most knowledgeable of the gods, close to Akeno and Kaazu, at least when it comes to the lives of humans. She gets millions of deep confessions every night, and she can feel and understand the feelings of love inside a person. In fact, she actually knows pretty much everything about Arieth, considering he prays to her every night begging for a girlfriend (and more than a few times, begging for her.) to which he is promptly denied every time

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Yuki got into yaoi and fanfiction and ao3 because she was doing research on what it would be like if her dad got a fucking love life

Kuzmiko makes the fanart

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mars is actually very particular about his hair. We’re talking 10-step nightly routines for that stuff. Especially when he’s much older and it’s very long, it’s his favorite feature and he loves taking care of it. It actually grows to be pretty long, only a few inches off the ground when it’s out if it’s bun. He lets the kids play with it and braid it when it’s out of its bun but makes sure there isn’t any thing like glue or slime anywhere.

sometimes Alex puts it into a tangled(the movie) braid with flowers and all. I think whoever his partner will be, one of his favorite things will be having them play with his hair and scalp.

and yes. He likes hair pulling. Now shush

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phanes is actually a lot more animal than human but he chooses to take on a more human form to fit in.

yes he ruts.

yes he’s like a warewolf and can’t control his shape at certain times of the year.

yes Kagu is partially the reason for that

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Daily reminder that, in her 'final' moments, Llarona wishes for immortality—and Uchū grants her that by splitting her soul and scattering the parts into the stars. That is, canonically, how she is defeated.

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so like does Kagu just die and Llarona lives as stars forever. Thats kinda fucked HAHAHAHAH

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Another fun fact: Llarona would have at least wanted Kagu to also be 'immortal' with her, if she knew that was what her fate would be

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THEY’RE MY EVERYTHING STOP IT

I had a passing thought that maybe he gets reborn or smthn and he worships the stars day and night

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When kagu was younger he’d paint Llarona on his walls (he’d vision her in her sleep!) and he’d practice kissing it and just stare at it for a while.

he also would make fake flower bouquets out of art supplies and steal chocolates from Alex’s room I and imagine he was going on a date w her and give it to her.

he actually didn’t know at first why or what he was seeing in his dreams, mostly thinking it was an imaginary friend or his soulmate. He learned more slowly as he grew up.

And he actually learned to be masochistic and creepy, he was actually a problem child (naturally because of his role) but the behaviors came from wanting attention and that being the only way to get it

and to be fair, it worked on Llarona !

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Alex wants to find Usotsuki a partner because she doesn’t want to have someone die alone again (her girlfriend died in a flood while she was busy with her god duties)

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when Kagu was born he was actually made by taking half of Mars’s soul, meaning Mars was actually meant to be much more powerful than he was ever ‘allowed’ to be

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Daily reminder that, in her 'final' moments, Llarona wishes for immortality—and Uchū grants her that by splitting her soul and scattering the parts into the stars. That is, canonically, how she is defeated.

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so like does Kagu just die and Llarona lives as stars forever. Thats kinda fucked HAHAHAHAH

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Vivere never knew what to expect whenever she got home.

Sometimes Rory and Lynet had behaved themselves, arguing over a game of UNO (well, more like Rody rambled endlessly and the other just listened), and other times... the apartment had to be cleaned thoroughly due to an 'accident'. It was a routine she quickly had to get used to– because, really, there was no chance either of her dearest roommates would be changing any time soon.

As the door creaked open, Vivere was not met with blood splatter on the walls (thank goodness) nor the sound of Lynet's distressed squawks. The latter was sat at the kitchen table, quietly eating noodles and writing down dates in their journal; as for Rody, he popped up around the corner and hugged Vivere tightly.

"Viv!" He dug his nails into her back with barely-controlled affection, almost lifting her off her feet. His grip was so tight one could've sworn they heard her rib crack. "We got take-out! Lyn's idea. I wanted to cook up some scrambled eggs, but you know how that went last time..."

Vivere's mouth tugged up into a weak smile, brain drifting somewhere else and only really half-registering Rody's words. Being put down she only noticed the prickling (and now sore) pain on her back, letting out the 70th sigh of the day.

"take-out... again? you know it's only once per week, I'm already 50 bucks under the monthly bill! won't you-" Vivere caught herself befpre she could go any further, pinching the bridge of her nose and taking a deep breath. "well, yeah. better than a 300 dollar bill from the fire apartment." she huffed, lightly punching Rody's shoulder and taking her seat next to Lynet.

"mm.... that does smell real good." she ripped out a paper plate from the packaging, taking a plastic fork and making her own 'meal' out of the takeout, if the portion of food smaller than a bag of chips could be called that. "aren't ya gonna eat too Roddster?" she asked, not even looking up as she scrolled mindlessly on her phone.

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"Who cares? I'll just kill someone and rob them if they have any money in their wallet," Rody stuck his tongue out playfully, "That'll solve your money problems, at least for a little while!"

He grinned at the light punch and followed into the kitchen not soon after, leaning against the counter as he watched the two eat. One thing about Rody was that he rarely ever sat down and stood *still*. Ever since he accidentally fell back on his chair by placing his feet on the table, he decided it wasn't worth it and often walked around the apartment mindlessly.

"Not like it's hard," He pouted, hand reaching for the knife drawer. His wrist was quickly caught by Lynet before his fingers made contact with the handle, however, and for a moment, a look of disappointment crossed his features. "...And I'm not hungry."

Lynet finally decided to participate in the conversation, gently putting his hand on Vivere's shoulder. Once he had gotten her attention, he opened his palm; "Tired?". The look on his face, as always, was unreadable; that was just how they were. Though, the notion that they didn't care was a ridiculous one.

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Vivere rolled her eyes at Rody's mindless rambling, not that she doubted he actually would kill a guy. And the extra money did sound.... somewhat intriguing. "Rody, remember ya gotta be careful with what you're saying. If my brother actually decides to install those security cameras and audio detectors, you're done for." she peeled her eyes off the phone screen to give Rody a glare, and watching as his plans to grab a knife was spoiled. maybe she should add child locks to those things.....

"... alright, then. more leftovers for me..." she was about to go back to her doom scrolling when Lynet stole her attention again, and his question sent a wave of pain through her chest. No matter how many times the same, simple questions were asked, Lynet somehow always got her pulled out of that thick static filter.

".... just a little. ill get good sleep tonight." she sighed, her voice much quieter. she couldn't bring herself to look into Lynet's eyes, even if they were dead. Suddenly doom scrolling became the most intense activity, and the numbness in her mind had a million bees swarming around in it. the sudden, apparent tension (or at least apparent to her) was broken, "better not find and blood around the house before my brother visits tomorrow. Rody I'm talking about you."

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"Can't even talk freely in my own home!" Rody huffed, dramatically throwing his hand over his forehead. "So much for freedom of speech...!"

He laughed then, yanking his own wrist out of Lynet's grasp (much to the other's slight surprise). His laughter died down rather quickly. The more Vivere spoke, the longer he took a moment to genuinely think about her words... and the idea of constantly having to watch what he said quickly spoiled his good mood. Talking openly about his desires was the only thing keeping the pressure in check.

Rody's happy-go-lucky smile did not change, but his roommates had learned his subtle shifts in expression by now; the slight furrow of his brow and the darkening of his gaze especially. As for Vivere, who was now filling her mind with (in Lynet's opinion) useless stimulation, she had gone quiet about her weariness at work. Suddenly unable to handle the state the two of them had found themselves in, Lynet stood up and held out his palms to the two of them.

"GO OUT".

Their expression, although still deadpan and lacking in emotion, hinted that they were not taking no for an answer.

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"not your home..." Vivere mumbled, her previously somewhat energetic tone of voice given up. The thoughts and nearly overwhelming stress and anxiety quickly fizzled back out, her brain and vision returning to heavy static as the sounds and colors on her screen became a mix of mindless mush.

though, again, she was snapped back to present when the sudden chair screech next to her reached her ears, her shoulders jerking ever-so-slightly in response. she stared at Lynet, and it took her a few beats to notice the words on his palms, and even longer for said words to register in her brain. Something about him let her know she wasn't getting out of this.

"ffffffffffffine. but we're not spendin' anymore money." she tossed her half-eaten meal in the trash, replacing her work apron for a nice coat (the only nice clothing she had) and went ahead of the two boys, beelining for the elevator. Somehow, Lynet understood even more than her what she wanted, as a certain excited buzz ran through her body at the notion of just going out and walking for a bit. as long as Rody didn't commit an act of crime against humanity....

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Lynet watched as Vivere eagerly got ready to go out, a small smile almost playing at their lips. It was always work or the apartment for her, and even if the people she lived with weren't exactly conventional, it didn't mean her routine was any less mundane. They were well aware she didn't like talking about their circumstances much, but... that didn't mean they'd stop helping in their own little way. Small victories.

They were quickly dragged to reality by the arm– literally– as Rody grabbed onto them and ran to catch up with Vivere. It surprised them, yes, but the touch wasn't unwelcome; by now their personal space practically belonged to the other man as well.

"Where are we headed this time?" Rody chirped, shifting his grip so he was holding Lynet's hand instead. They raised an eyebrow slightly at the fact they wouldn't be able to use two words anymore, but if they minded beyond that, they didn't show it. "I heard there's a great spot at the park."

He was, frankly, quite fond of parks. The smell of flowers helped Lynet calm down when their mind was full of garbage, too, so it was an extra reason to like them. Even if they didn't go, he was happy going just about anywhere with his friends; their small bickerings were nothing compared to the fun conversations they had during the rare occurrence they were all in a good mood.

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"Ya heard? Didn't know ya talked to anyone else but me and Lily" she giggled, the grin on her face staying on even after the little joke was over. Her dull, lifeless eyes finally regaining it's spark for the night.

the Park was cold, but crowded. People setting up camps and towels to sit on, kids running around with sparklers and a couple food stands laying around. "is there some kinda event today?" Vivere mumbled, looking around and spotting a poster about a firework show. "Huh. Maybe i should trust ya on your word more, Rody"

after several minutes of trying to find an open spot, the trio of freaks sat down on the (wet) grass, just in time as the sun set beyond the horizions. Unfortunately, therer weren't many stars in the sky to occupy their gaze before the fireworks set off. "where did ya learn about this, Rody? I though you weren't big on news..."

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Vivere never knew what to expect whenever she got home.

Sometimes Rory and Lynet had behaved themselves, arguing over a game of UNO (well, more like Rody rambled endlessly and the other just listened), and other times... the apartment had to be cleaned thoroughly due to an 'accident'. It was a routine she quickly had to get used to– because, really, there was no chance either of her dearest roommates would be changing any time soon.

As the door creaked open, Vivere was not met with blood splatter on the walls (thank goodness) nor the sound of Lynet's distressed squawks. The latter was sat at the kitchen table, quietly eating noodles and writing down dates in their journal; as for Rody, he popped up around the corner and hugged Vivere tightly.

"Viv!" He dug his nails into her back with barely-controlled affection, almost lifting her off her feet. His grip was so tight one could've sworn they heard her rib crack. "We got take-out! Lyn's idea. I wanted to cook up some scrambled eggs, but you know how that went last time..."

Vivere's mouth tugged up into a weak smile, brain drifting somewhere else and only really half-registering Rody's words. Being put down she only noticed the prickling (and now sore) pain on her back, letting out the 70th sigh of the day.

"take-out... again? you know it's only once per week, I'm already 50 bucks under the monthly bill! won't you-" Vivere caught herself befpre she could go any further, pinching the bridge of her nose and taking a deep breath. "well, yeah. better than a 300 dollar bill from the fire apartment." she huffed, lightly punching Rody's shoulder and taking her seat next to Lynet.

"mm.... that does smell real good." she ripped out a paper plate from the packaging, taking a plastic fork and making her own 'meal' out of the takeout, if the portion of food smaller than a bag of chips could be called that. "aren't ya gonna eat too Roddster?" she asked, not even looking up as she scrolled mindlessly on her phone.

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"Who cares? I'll just kill someone and rob them if they have any money in their wallet," Rody stuck his tongue out playfully, "That'll solve your money problems, at least for a little while!"

He grinned at the light punch and followed into the kitchen not soon after, leaning against the counter as he watched the two eat. One thing about Rody was that he rarely ever sat down and stood *still*. Ever since he accidentally fell back on his chair by placing his feet on the table, he decided it wasn't worth it and often walked around the apartment mindlessly.

"Not like it's hard," He pouted, hand reaching for the knife drawer. His wrist was quickly caught by Lynet before his fingers made contact with the handle, however, and for a moment, a look of disappointment crossed his features. "...And I'm not hungry."

Lynet finally decided to participate in the conversation, gently putting his hand on Vivere's shoulder. Once he had gotten her attention, he opened his palm; "Tired?". The look on his face, as always, was unreadable; that was just how they were. Though, the notion that they didn't care was a ridiculous one.

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Vivere rolled her eyes at Rody's mindless rambling, not that she doubted he actually would kill a guy. And the extra money did sound.... somewhat intriguing. "Rody, remember ya gotta be careful with what you're saying. If my brother actually decides to install those security cameras and audio detectors, you're done for." she peeled her eyes off the phone screen to give Rody a glare, and watching as his plans to grab a knife was spoiled. maybe she should add child locks to those things.....

"... alright, then. more leftovers for me..." she was about to go back to her doom scrolling when Lynet stole her attention again, and his question sent a wave of pain through her chest. No matter how many times the same, simple questions were asked, Lynet somehow always got her pulled out of that thick static filter.

".... just a little. ill get good sleep tonight." she sighed, her voice much quieter. she couldn't bring herself to look into Lynet's eyes, even if they were dead. Suddenly doom scrolling became the most intense activity, and the numbness in her mind had a million bees swarming around in it. the sudden, apparent tension (or at least apparent to her) was broken, "better not find and blood around the house before my brother visits tomorrow. Rody I'm talking about you."

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"Can't even talk freely in my own home!" Rody huffed, dramatically throwing his hand over his forehead. "So much for freedom of speech...!"

He laughed then, yanking his own wrist out of Lynet's grasp (much to the other's slight surprise). His laughter died down rather quickly. The more Vivere spoke, the longer he took a moment to genuinely think about her words... and the idea of constantly having to watch what he said quickly spoiled his good mood. Talking openly about his desires was the only thing keeping the pressure in check.

Rody's happy-go-lucky smile did not change, but his roommates had learned his subtle shifts in expression by now; the slight furrow of his brow and the darkening of his gaze especially. As for Vivere, who was now filling her mind with (in Lynet's opinion) useless stimulation, she had gone quiet about her weariness at work. Suddenly unable to handle the state the two of them had found themselves in, Lynet stood up and held out his palms to the two of them.

"GO OUT".

Their expression, although still deadpan and lacking in emotion, hinted that they were not taking no for an answer.

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"not your home..." Vivere mumbled, her previously somewhat energetic tone of voice given up. The thoughts and nearly overwhelming stress and anxiety quickly fizzled back out, her brain and vision returning to heavy static as the sounds and colors on her screen became a mix of mindless mush.

though, again, she was snapped back to present when the sudden chair screech next to her reached her ears, her shoulders jerking ever-so-slightly in response. she stared at Lynet, and it took her a few beats to notice the words on his palms, and even longer for said words to register in her brain. Something about him let her know she wasn't getting out of this.

"ffffffffffffine. but we're not spendin' anymore money." she tossed her half-eaten meal in the trash, replacing her work apron for a nice coat (the only nice clothing she had) and went ahead of the two boys, beelining for the elevator. Somehow, Lynet understood even more than her what she wanted, as a certain excited buzz ran through her body at the notion of just going out and walking for a bit. as long as Rody didn't commit an act of crime against humanity....

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Vivere never knew what to expect whenever she got home.

Sometimes Rory and Lynet had behaved themselves, arguing over a game of UNO (well, more like Rody rambled endlessly and the other just listened), and other times... the apartment had to be cleaned thoroughly due to an 'accident'. It was a routine she quickly had to get used to– because, really, there was no chance either of her dearest roommates would be changing any time soon.

As the door creaked open, Vivere was not met with blood splatter on the walls (thank goodness) nor the sound of Lynet's distressed squawks. The latter was sat at the kitchen table, quietly eating noodles and writing down dates in their journal; as for Rody, he popped up around the corner and hugged Vivere tightly.

"Viv!" He dug his nails into her back with barely-controlled affection, almost lifting her off her feet. His grip was so tight one could've sworn they heard her rib crack. "We got take-out! Lyn's idea. I wanted to cook up some scrambled eggs, but you know how that went last time..."

Vivere's mouth tugged up into a weak smile, brain drifting somewhere else and only really half-registering Rody's words. Being put down she only noticed the prickling (and now sore) pain on her back, letting out the 70th sigh of the day.

"take-out... again? you know it's only once per week, I'm already 50 bucks under the monthly bill! won't you-" Vivere caught herself befpre she could go any further, pinching the bridge of her nose and taking a deep breath. "well, yeah. better than a 300 dollar bill from the fire apartment." she huffed, lightly punching Rody's shoulder and taking her seat next to Lynet.

"mm.... that does smell real good." she ripped out a paper plate from the packaging, taking a plastic fork and making her own 'meal' out of the takeout, if the portion of food smaller than a bag of chips could be called that. "aren't ya gonna eat too Roddster?" she asked, not even looking up as she scrolled mindlessly on her phone.

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"Who cares? I'll just kill someone and rob them if they have any money in their wallet," Rody stuck his tongue out playfully, "That'll solve your money problems, at least for a little while!"

He grinned at the light punch and followed into the kitchen not soon after, leaning against the counter as he watched the two eat. One thing about Rody was that he rarely ever sat down and stood *still*. Ever since he accidentally fell back on his chair by placing his feet on the table, he decided it wasn't worth it and often walked around the apartment mindlessly.

"Not like it's hard," He pouted, hand reaching for the knife drawer. His wrist was quickly caught by Lynet before his fingers made contact with the handle, however, and for a moment, a look of disappointment crossed his features. "...And I'm not hungry."

Lynet finally decided to participate in the conversation, gently putting his hand on Vivere's shoulder. Once he had gotten her attention, he opened his palm; "Tired?". The look on his face, as always, was unreadable; that was just how they were. Though, the notion that they didn't care was a ridiculous one.

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Vivere rolled her eyes at Rody's mindless rambling, not that she doubted he actually would kill a guy. And the extra money did sound.... somewhat intriguing. "Rody, remember ya gotta be careful with what you're saying. If my brother actually decides to install those security cameras and audio detectors, you're done for." she peeled her eyes off the phone screen to give Rody a glare, and watching as his plans to grab a knife was spoiled. maybe she should add child locks to those things.....

"... alright, then. more leftovers for me..." she was about to go back to her doom scrolling when Lynet stole her attention again, and his question sent a wave of pain through her chest. No matter how many times the same, simple questions were asked, Lynet somehow always got her pulled out of that thick static filter.

".... just a little. ill get good sleep tonight." she sighed, her voice much quieter. she couldn't bring herself to look into Lynet's eyes, even if they were dead. Suddenly doom scrolling became the most intense activity, and the numbness in her mind had a million bees swarming around in it. the sudden, apparent tension (or at least apparent to her) was broken, "better not find and blood around the house before my brother visits tomorrow. Rody I'm talking about you."

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Vivere never knew what to expect whenever she got home.

Sometimes Rory and Lynet had behaved themselves, arguing over a game of UNO (well, more like Rody rambled endlessly and the other just listened), and other times... the apartment had to be cleaned thoroughly due to an 'accident'. It was a routine she quickly had to get used to– because, really, there was no chance either of her dearest roommates would be changing any time soon.

As the door creaked open, Vivere was not met with blood splatter on the walls (thank goodness) nor the sound of Lynet's distressed squawks. The latter was sat at the kitchen table, quietly eating noodles and writing down dates in their journal; as for Rody, he popped up around the corner and hugged Vivere tightly.

"Viv!" He dug his nails into her back with barely-controlled affection, almost lifting her off her feet. His grip was so tight one could've sworn they heard her rib crack. "We got take-out! Lyn's idea. I wanted to cook up some scrambled eggs, but you know how that went last time..."

Vivere's mouth tugged up into a weak smile, brain drifting somewhere else and only really half-registering Rody's words. Being put down she only noticed the prickling (and now sore) pain on her back, letting out the 70th sigh of the day.

"take-out... again? you know it's only once per week, I'm already 50 bucks under the monthly bill! won't you-" Vivere caught herself befpre she could go any further, pinching the bridge of her nose and taking a deep breath. "well, yeah. better than a 300 dollar bill from the fire apartment." she huffed, lightly punching Rody's shoulder and taking her seat next to Lynet.

"mm.... that does smell real good." she ripped out a paper plate from the packaging, taking a plastic fork and making her own 'meal' out of the takeout, if the portion of food smaller than a bag of chips could be called that. "aren't ya gonna eat too Roddster?" she asked, not even looking up as she scrolled mindlessly on her phone.

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"So that's... what you do?"

"I've told you I'm a war general a few times."

"...Yup. Right. I, I guess I wasn't listening."

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”YOU’RE A WAR GENERAL?!!!”

Yuki screams 100 feet away