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[perpetualshade]

Man, you sure do love making Finn, Hanji, and Nick squirm a lot!

☨- "I make no apologies for the way I season my meals before I sup. Do you expect me to partake them blandly?"

@nicholas-wolfwood @hanjithenewcommander @finncomet

[perpetualshade]

Is there something about Finn that you fear?

☨- "Ha, no."

Belial doesn't comprehend fear within himself. It is with grand hubris that this particular Devil has forgotten what that is. Since he accepted his role as the embodiment and personified Evil. If ever there was a sense of fear within the former existence of space less darkness, it has been thrashed to permeant silence by the absolute rage that woken inside him. The rage is a unyielding roar for complete and utter desolation.

Instead he only is fear. The creator of anticipation and awareness of danger. Belial is the manipulating source of what causes chills up one's spine, the hair to raise on one's arm, and what makes you think you see something in the corner of your eye. Belial is the calamity that is felt in every day occurrences when one trembles, shows doubt, and whimpers in their confinements of their tortured mind. An impending smile of catastrophe.

[perpetualshade]

But he’s just a little guy :(

☨- "...Do you shed a tear over crushed fire ants? Do you pity a mosquito after you swat it for taking your blood? Do you allow a wasp to make its nest near your home out of peaceful consideration? Or possibly do you spare the life of a centipede when it crosses over your feet?" Belial blankly stares at the stranger. His tone condescending. "Little things like him face the same consequences for simply existing. The same way insects and bugs do when facing struggles and entities far more powerful than them. The ongoing circle of life and destruction. Some are just naturally unfortunate."

@finncomet

[perpetualshade]

Why are you being so cruel to Finn?

☨- "Little heroes, they all unbeknownst to their best intentions, crave the cruelty, to shudder and submit, and then defy. It impresses them. Leaves them sniffing for more of that indescribable source that will remind them that their lives are insignificant and can be easily snuffed out like a candle. They all need something to dreed. To feel alive and noticed."

@finncomet

[perpetualshade]

How does it feel to have so many Vashs' at your beckon Lord Belial?

☨- "Beckon? I don't recall beckoning them. I flirt of course, as is my nature. I offer my open arms and give knowledge. They on their own come to seek more. Who am I to turn them away? As for how it feels? I've never been much of a dog person.

But perhaps with some training and a decent muzzle."

[perpetualshade]

Are you not going to do something to help?! Don't you have the power to alter and change things in your favor?? That younger Vash needs help. Please help him.

☨- Evil cannot create anything new, They can only corrupt and ruin what good forces have invented or made. Vash's life was indeed in peril to have become faithless when the road darkens. Lead to believe in his brother's ideology that humans deserve it. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life.

"Can the young Typhoon give it to them? If I placed a sword in his hand, would he be truly too eager to deal out death in judgement?"

The eldritch appeared to silently deliberating to himself, letting the cigarette burn away in between his fingers, as he touched the fluctuating pocket mirror. It would appear to anyone else as a pocket watch. Connected to a long silver chain attached to his belt. The inside held two mirrors, one was currently active, while the other remained pitch black. In ripples the active mirror was displaying everything that was currently proceeding. Although he had the ability to see a thereafter, for which there were many, when it came to timelines of the multiverse. He reframed. "This will pass. This temporary weak shadow. " He closed the mirror with an air of indifference.

After all, natural disasters inadvertently somehow always still spring forth hope.

[perpetualshade]

Bel really out here trying to shag his brother's gf while he's gone 💀💀💀

☨- "Is that what you truly think and have percieved? Or is that what you hope to witness?"

@hanjithenewcommander

[perpetualshade]

How long did it take you to write the headcanons you have listed on your page?

Mun: Years. Literally. I've had Belial for more than a couple of years. I've modified him over and over. I actually still have more headcanons to put on the page. But Im lazy, have adhd, and run out of time to get around to it lol. I appreciate that you ventured to reading them, it seems like anyway.

[perpetualshade]

i just am curious, would you roleplay with people from baldur's gate 3? if you know what that is?

Mun: Yes darlin I would. As a fellow DND player, it would be dismissive and insulting if I turned them away. In fact I like people who roleplay their personal dnd characters a lot.

And yes, I know what it is. I started playing it myself. I firmly stand with the notion that Astarion just needs a friend, Gale is just Aragorn with a wizard hat, and Shadowheart is best girl.

Also whoever voiced Raphael, deserves a bigger paycheck.

[perpetualshade]

hiding in nonnie but what's ur writing preference? Multi-para?

Mun: Honestly? Not sure. I'm adaptable. I do specify in my rules that I'm not picky on the style of roleplaying. As long as it’s engaging in some way and I can understand it. You never have to match the length of my writing or style. Do what’s comfortable for you.  Espcially since I'm a fucking wreck with my writing style. I'm not kidding when people have said I write like Vincent Gogh and Bram Stoker had a horrible lovechild.

I've roleplayed for so many years and have met so many types of writers. Some write novella like it's a second form of breathing. Some write multi para but use words that make me go i need to look that up, that's sounds cool. And I've had my absolute nonsensical fun with spiffy one-liners.

So I guess my preference is, whatever makes you feel good baby.

[perpetualshade]

Bel being his casual asshole self is reassuring in these trying times.

☨- "Casual? Sounds awfully too close to calling me boring." The eldritch speaks, sitting casually on his desolated throne. Molded and built with the limbs and torsos of past dictators and conspirators of times passed. Used as cushions mostly. The rest of it is burnt stone and tourmaline, scorched black by his life absorbing presence. Perhaps he should experiment differently in these trying times. Gone out the window, simple perilous soul binding contracts, in with the new age. "I could dip my claws in the claims that health insurance reaps from mortals instead."

[perpetualshade]

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