#Recollection || Kat Headcanons

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road to hell (reprise) to Sol, Kitz and Kat

HADESTOWN THEMED HEADCANONS.

road to hell —— is your muse more passive or active when they interact with others? do they prefer to observe or interact?

ans.

Kitz is probably as passive as it gets. She’s shy, and more or less bends to the people around her. 

Depends on which part of her life. As Alua, and her early days as Kat, she’s definitely a passive type. Beaten down and rather confused by the world around her. Later on when she gained her title as Gravity Queen, and the following events of the second game she is VERY much the active muse of a conversation

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Ruby

Rubies like to win. They are motivated by challenges, but if they can’t win, they won’t play. They like to have the best of everything. They like to be unique and stand out. Rubies constantly have to be striving for a goal, a next step, or another challenge. Rubies are often business owners and entrepreneurs because they like to lead. They are also very passionate people who greatly value love and friendship.

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I have a headcanon about the 1995 Casper movie that I’ve had literally since it came out in theories and I just can’t hold it in any longer

Okay, so you know how Casper looks like this?

And the Ghostly Trio look like this:

And yet when the two characters who die in the movie (permanently or temporarily), they look like this:

So basically, you’ve got these very cartoony, mostly featureless characters you see throughout the entire movie. No hair, just weird head shapes or even a head curl thing to indicate hair? No clothes, just a little curlicue at the end. Casper’s got normal human eyebrows but the Ghostly Trio just have just skin that acts like eyebrows. 

Then basically, we got some characters who die in-movie, and they’ve got hair, clothes, makeup.and glasses. GLASSES! ON A GHOST! Yeah, they’ve got the little curlicue instead of legs, but everything else is just a transparent human.

So what the hell happened?

So I don’t remember the exact date and I’m too lazy to look it up, but my recollection of newspaper clippings typeface, the style of the manor, etc. I’d place Casper’s death in late 1800′s, early 1900′s. His uncles, the Ghostly Trio, probably died sometime before or after that. Casper died young, but his uncles probably had 20-30 years on them, so they probably weren’t going to live until the 90′s, or at least not all of them.

So my theory is that, the longer you’ve been dead, the less human you start to appear as you drift farther away from your human life. Casper doesn’t remember most of his old life until his memory is jogged by Kat, so it’s fair to say this works for him. The Ghostly Trio don’t really care about anything except good times, so that checks. 

So then we’ve got Kat’s dad, Harvey, and antagonist Carrington who (25 year old spoiler alert) both kick it, and they’re more human than the others because they remember more, so they look more human. The only problem with the theory is that Kat’s dad starts forgetting right away, but I propose that’s because he was in a drunken stupor when he died, plus he’s been so obsessed with contacting his dead wife that he is kind of already halfway there. Carrington, however, keeps her eye on the prize and goes for exactly what she wanted in life, not forgetting anything, so her still looking very human makes sense.

I mean, really this comes down to the movie being based on a cartoon/comic, and there isn’t a Harvey character in it, so how do you show that the ghost is Kat’s dad so that she can actually recognize him? Boom. Weird-ass Bill Pullman ghost.

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Goretober Drabble - Barbed Wire

In which Reboot Vergil learns a little bit more about what a fate worse than death entails. Set during the Downfall DLC.

I am very sleepy, but I thought doing a little Goretober stuff would make for some fun practice. Warnings in this one for moderate blood, gore, and some eye trauma. But not to ReVergil. He’s doing about as well as he can in this.

I may have taken some liberties with headcanons and things, but shhhh, it’s fine.

~2k words

I’d always heard about people falling into Hell. Just falling. No one ever made mention of all the pushing that happened to cause that. The next time I saw Dante, I would give him a taste of what it was like to have Rebellion shoved through his chest.

First I had to find a way out of wherever the hell I’d wound up this time. Hell needed fewer glowing warp doors and more signs and maps. Following the path of the doors hadn’t necessarily led me astray up to that point, but I never felt certain I would land where I needed to be.

Every new door I stepped from brought me to a plane that was nothing like the last, yet they were all twisted in much the same way. Hell was all fragments suspended in air and nauseating colors. The worst were the planes where distant screams and pleas filled the air.

But this was Hell, after all. I was only surprised I didn’t see more suffering.

I didn’t see much of anyone.

Just Dante.

I had seen Kat, but she was gone now.

I wasn’t sure if seeing myself counted.

The demons certainly didn’t count. I was getting damn tired of running into them. I couldn’t go ten feet without a swarm of the bastards appearing, and every swing of my sword against them felt like a hook had snagged into my wound and pulled along the length of my arm.

I was so tired of pain.

Through yet another door - I’d lost track of my path ages back - a new breed of demon greeted me along with a distant chorus of wails. I supposed it was different anyway. It wore a different mask than I’d seen before and carried chains, but it was weak and died screaming like those it must have tormented. Demons were all so pathetic.

I saw no reason to seek out any of the distant voices. I had my own pain to manage, and it was their own damn faults if they’d been trapped. They deserved their fates. But I would not be so weak. Dante would fall by my hand. He would suffer and bleed just as I had. Let him beg, even. I would have loved to hear it, the whimpering, the realization that he had nothing left. God, I would savor that.

“A smile like that isn’t a good sign. You mustn’t let this place get to you, Vergil.”

My steps froze, my spine rigid. Yamato was in-hand before I had even registered the meaning of the words, spoken in such a rasp that no tone touched them. 

If the thing hadn’t spoken, I wouldn’t have glanced twice at it, wouldn’t have acknowledged that it had any sort of human form. With all the barbed wire strung up around it and in it, it looked more like a hunk of fleshy meat held there. Wire laced through its throat, hands, legs, cheeks, and was even buried into a mushy, glistening mess that should have been an eye. The thing must have been there for some time because skin had grown over some of the barbs. The slight movement of its breathing had torn open wounds along its chest where the wire threaded through stark ribs. So much old, dried blood covered it that the new blood looked like nothing but a fresh coat of paint.

Perhaps I should have called it a he, but it was a demon. That much was obvious from the crooked horns that stemmed from black hair matted with blood. It had a tail as well. Pale and reptilian, it was longer than I was tall. Iron spikes pinned it to the ground, the only part of the demon not suspended by the wire.

“You know my name,” I said, my eyes narrowed. Even with the demon clearly immobile, I raised Yamato between us. This made it laugh, though the sound was strangled like a dying engine.

“Of course I know your name. I gave it to you.”

As though he’d lunged at me, I fell a step back. “Lies,” I hissed because it was all I could think. He was some trick, some illusion. I pressed Yamato’s tip up under his chin, but he smiled enough that the barbs sliced him a more wicked grin.

“Are you going to torture me or kill me? I can assure you I’ve been through worse than anything you could do, Son.”

“Don’t you dare call me that! My father was damned to the deepest pit of Hell. There’s no reaching him. Don’t think you can fool me-”

“You’ve fallen far.” His smile faded, sorrow filling his eye. “You still have some life in your blood. You can still escape if you keep fighting. I don’t know what fate befell you, but it seems you’ve suffered greatly. I-”

“It was your fault!” The anger hit me like a bullet train. If this bastard wanted to pretend to be my father, then so be it. The fool must have thought I still had some love for that demon. No, my father was worse than Kat, worse than Dante. Burying Yamato in his shoulder, I felt the satisfying crackle of his bones shattering under the blade. He didn’t flinch, didn’t make a sound. That just made my anger burn brighter, so I dragged Yamato down along his arm, snapping the hold of wire wound around it. The barbs tore through him as they unraveled. “You separated us,” I continued. “It’s your fault. If we’d been together, he would have understood. He would have listened to me.” But it didn’t matter anymore. He’d picked his side. He was nothing to me now - just like this demon pretending to be my father - just another demon to slaughter.

“Then something happened between you and Dante,” he said. “I see. You’re right. I shouldn’t have separated you. I thought you would both be safer that way, but it seems not.”

“Dante will be safe in death soon enough,” I spat.

His eye narrowed in on me, and for a moment, the simple gesture made me feel as though I were the one strung up and sliced open for him to see. “Hm, one of them has its claws in you. I will accept your rage. Kill me or torture me as you wish, but do it under your own influences, not some bastard Hollow’s.”

Before I could bite that this was my will, that I’d lain awake night after night in the orphanage despising him even when I didn’t remember anything about him, his ruined arm shot out and wrenched Yamato from my grasp. Such a quick, effortless action, he could have slit my throat before I even realized the blade was out of my hand.

Instead, he slashed the wires suspending him and dropped to his knees. His feet were far too weak to catch him. “What a pain,” he sighed as I took slow, retreating steps. My eyes flashed over him in search of the best method to retrieve Yamato. He was already a mess. If I just knocked him down-

“Here, you can have this back.” He held the grip out to me. “It won’t do me much good from here. Give me a moment. This might be a little messy.”

I couldn’t think of what else to do, so I took Yamato back and watched as he gripped the wire piercing his cheek. With a sharp tug, he ripped a long string of it free of where it had trailed down into his throat. It was coated a pure red, and wet hunks of something clung to the barbs. I couldn’t look beyond that, but the sounds were enough to churn my stomach.

His every breath gargled, the wire scraped along his bone, and each segment came free with a wet squelch. I thought I was beyond finding much of anything sickening, but the air was a bit too warm.

“Maybe you should sit a moment. You’re looking quite pale. Well, paler than usual anyway.” He had a voice again, a haggard but warm tone that burned my mind with recollections of strange bedtime stories and too-soft scoldings. “Sorry about all that. I do wish you could have seen me on a day when they were feeling a little less creative.”

“They?” I echoed, my voice a whisper.

“Oh yes, my torturers. You killed the latest batch, actually. I do appreciate that.”

When I managed to drag my eyes back toward him, I found him testing the spikes in his tail. His wounds were already mending on their own. The winged brand on his back glowed without any sword in its center. He kept his left eye closed, though.

“Are you really him?” I asked. “Sparda?”

“The one and only,” he said through gritted teeth as he yanked the first spike free. “Well, actually, it’s not an uncommon name, really.” He wrenched another spike free. “Ah, my poor tail. They’re lucky they died by your hand. I would have given them much slower deaths.”

I felt like I’d taken a blow to the head. “You were supposed to be impossible to reach. Mundus trapped you beyond help.”

“My boy, you are in much deeper than you seem to realize.” After tearing each spike free with little more than a wince, he stood and faced me. His brow furrowed at the sight of my chest. Every logical part of my mind screamed at me to run or fight as he pressed his filthy hand over my heart, but I could not bring myself to move. “I always knew that nephilim could not live a life free of suffering, but it still pains me to know you’ve been through so much. I wish I could have given you a better life.”

He spoke of my pain as though it was far worse than the years of unfathomable torture he’d experienced. A laugh bubbled from my throat. “Father, you had wire down your throat. I practically cut your arm in half. How could this be anything to you?”

“Because it is you.” His eye rose to meet mine. It was blue as the hottest burning flame and just as scorching. “I have never mattered. My body, my life, they are worthless, but you are my son. You are all that I am worth and all that I have left. You are all that matters to me.” His hand pressed firmer to my chest, but no pain came. Only the warmth of his palm. “And your heart breaks so easily.”

“Dante did this,” I whispered.

“Then Dante shall mend it.” Pain filled his smile. “You two were always fighting. How many times did I have to call a truce?”

“Father, you don’t understand-”

“I understand that I’ve got some Hollows to rip in half. Ugh, I can smell them all over you.” His nose wrinkled. “I fucking hate those things. Apologies for the language.”

“Hollows?”

His tail swam up to coil around my arm, gentle as his touch had been, but I could tell it was a leash to keep me from wandering as he started off toward the glow of the next door. “Yes, there’s much to do, my boy. I’d rather like to find some new clothes too. And a shower! I don’t think I’ve ever missed anything as much as bathing. But first, those Hollows. Do not worry. I will take care of them for you.”

I should have been annoyed at him treating me like a child again. I should have wrenched myself away and told him off. Trusting someone again was foolish. It could only end in more suffering, and yet, walking at his side was such a relief that even the ache in my chest eased.

Even if it was all a lie, at least for now I didn’t have to sink deeper into Hell alone.

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♦️(to Solita, Kat and Kitz)

♦️Are they concerned with the social status of their partner?

I mean, it would depend on what Sol was able to get out of it. Yeah, if she needed it, she’d probably purposefully chase after someone with a higher social status than herself. Other times, she might end up not caring at all. 

Hard to top the status of the missing-for-100-years-Queen of Eto, Gravity Queen, and local nuisance. 

Bold of you to assume tha-

Kidding. Kitz would be kind of against someone who might be much more sought-after. Both because she’s so awfully bad with people, anxious, and secretive. Being put in a spotlight with another would be terrible. 

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waxing: what is your proudest accomplishment? (to Sol, Kitz and Kat)

late night self reflective asks 🌙

“Proudest? …I dunno, when I got a solo part in high school for our chorus group? Or when I ended up a lead in my theatre club? Outside of that there’s really not anything that vividly jumps out as ‘I’m proud of this,’ you know?”

“...I don’t have one. I’ve accomplished nothing, and I have nothing for myself to be proud of.”

“I have lots to be proud of! Becoming a hero of Heksville, saving the children of Botume, and even just surviving without any memories. My proudest might be kind of small but... Establishing a home, even if it is in a water pipe, is one of my proudest. It took a lot of effort, and even now, I love it.”

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♦ - HOARD (for Solita, Kat and Fran)

Monstrous Headcanons:

♦ - HOARD - something that is precious to them

Solita’s memories are very special to her. Being as volatile and so easily lost, they become something that she clings as hard as she can. 

Kat’s is her loved ones. After being taken away from her family, isolated, and watching her best friend be murdered before her very eyes, it’s to be expected she... Clings to her friends. 

Any interaction with those around her is something she treasures. Anything nice that another being does to her is something precious. 

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☀ - what is your favorite thing about your character? (Dusty or Kat?)

Behind the Scenes Meme:

Kat is very different from most of my muse choices. Everyone else, if you may notice, have very gray morality. Meanwhile, Kat, is probably as black and white as morality can get. She’s good, she does good, and doesn’t care what others tell her to do if it means others get hurt. 

In some ways, she can be related to Spider-Man, honestly. She’s the friendly neighborhood shifter. Even helping with menial tasks, like helping someone move, playing with a dog. Which, is probably the best part of her character. It isn’t all high-stakes and wild fear. It’s small things, whether helping with the mail, playing a stunt double, or what. 

I just love that she just... Doesn’t say no when someone asks for help. 

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Solita’s birthday is May 30th.

Kitz’s birthday is December 14th.

Isabelle’s birthday is April 13th,

Emesta’s birthday was lost.

Kat’s birthday was forgotten.

Fran’s birthday was never exactly recorded, other than November. 

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Sometimes I forget just how esoteric Kat's experience is

She's met,,, Several ghosts, fought so many weird bosses, overthrew a government on three different occasions, her best friend died and came back to life twice if not three times, fought the fundamental forces personified, met all three Creators of her world, is literally half a person, died once if not twice, became a singularity to seal the darkness away and dear god the fucking side missions

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It is actually astounding how much Kat loves Heksville.

A town that put her into obscurity with the span of 1-3 years because she mysteriously went missing. 

Twice.

Didn’t seem like anyone gave two shits what happened to the girl that put their town back together, and saved it from destruction. 

But you know what? She got to this point where she didn’t care. Heksville was a home that accepted her, a blank slate who couldn’t remember her past, with uncanny expectations set. 

And she loves it so dearly she’d give up her life to save it and everyone in it. She’d do anything to protect home.

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At fifteen Alua was taken away from her family to be a ruler, her grandmother’s music box tightly held in her hand.

She was barely seventeen when she was thrown off the edge of Eto, her only confidant being stabbed in the back by his best friend.

She was so very young to be a Queen of a kingdom, and yet she was the oldest to take reign in Eto. 

So sad, so sad. Yet so angry at her own fate. So determined to right a wrong. 

But she forced herself to forget. A change to remake herself. And from that was born her Guardian. 

And the Gravity Queen was born.

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1. would you rather know the date of your death or the cause of your death?

39 unsettling questions to get to know your dark side. 

“The date. Then I get a day to look forward to.”

“Cause. I’d... At least be able t-to be ment...Mentally prepared.”

“...Uh.” Fran would prefer a cause. 

“A date, if I have to choose. Then I can at least... Finish anything I must before then.”

“...Date. Same reason as the other one.” 

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Kat really does not like reminders of the day Cai and Elektricitie came down.

She doesn’t like reminders of her days within Eto’s castle after returning. Hypnotized into forgetting the past time she spent after falling. Watching Cai turn from a sweet, innocent nephew to a horrifying tyrant.

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What class do you think she'd be? idk about Kat or Raven but I think Alua would be a Ruler class, maybe?

Raven would be an Assassin, hands down.

Alua being a Ruler would certainly ride on if we’re talking Pre-falling-and-amnesia, or after when Kat regains her memories as Alua. Pre-falling probably wouldn’t even COME to qualify. The only thing she’d be known for is “The Oldest Chosen Queen Who Vanished Mysteriously.” 

...If we got into the AU I still need to write out where Cyanea’s world and Bit’s creation didn’t bug out, and Alua is whole and with her Guardian who is whole and in the form of a Sphynx (This is canon, I don’t know why they didn’t call it a Gryphon or something) then yeah. Otherwise, she’d probably be a Caster.

Kat... Kat I go back and forth on. Caster??? Rider??? Caster???? Rider???? Kat puts me in a tizzy, man.

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Deity tags with a few I missed here and there