#also HC: reaper CAN control their death touch

[m1lkt00th]

thinking about nightmare and reaper having a close-ish relationship to the point where reaper can just come over and bother nightmare whenever they want to.

theyre both still keeping each other at an arm's length emotionally because well, they both have dealt with losing things suddenly and/or by their own hands so. better to not get (too) attached.

[blueparadis]

╰┈➤ MASTERMIND ✦ NANAMI KENTO.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢ Nanami decides to pay you a visit on such an auspicious day to congratulate you but fate had other plans for him.

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⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣ fem!reader x (morally grey but ultra-soft)!nanami kento, canon+ fix it au, manga spoilers, mention of clan head!gojo, secret relationship b/w reader and nanami, mutual pinning, angst, scar worship, friends with benefits dynamic, s&d dynamic, mention of orgasm denial, orgasm control, love-hate séx (make-up séx ig) + unprotected, baby trapping. 2,6 k word count. half-based on this thought ( + I've a lot of hcs about gojo clan; one of them being that satoru had a half-sister whom he found accidentally while on a mission, so i used that here. ) | blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. |

Nanami walks through the porch of the Gojo estate while taking a call. It has been half a month since the grim reaper graced him with a peck on his cheek showing him a glimpse of the afterlife. He has been facing trouble adjusting back to his old life again despite healing himself through the reverse cursed technique. He has left behind the life of being a jujutsu socerer but partly. Besides, he now works as an advisor for all jujutsu socerers who are gradually making their way to earn their ranks yet deep down, a part of him wants to tell how bold farced lie is all this is.

But something is still holding him back, and deep down he is vividly aware that he wants to grow his roots rather than uproot them. He is just unwilling to admit it out loud. Nanami is still unable to untie his attachment towards a certain girl who is also best suited to be the head of the gojo clan, as per the strongest’s opinion, y/n gojo. He still remembers the night he spent in that cheap motel with you, talking and drinking, drinking and touching, touching and kissing; making promises to you while being inside you. He does not regret it per se, he is afraid for those wishes to come true. There is too much at stake.

When he got the invitation to the ceremonial celebration for you being bestowed with the title and authority to act as a clan head by Satoru’s side he did not know why he could not refuse or not bother to turn up. Maybe he needed an excuse to apologize at length for not being in touch with you. Maybe you would not be so angry if you knew death was knocking at his door but he had to come back, he had to make it through the tunnel to see you, to embrace, to kiss you, for one last night time.

With such thoughts clouding his mind, the sound of sliding a door almost did not reach his ears yet strangely, he turns back only to find none other than you. Standing five feet away from you, in his Yukata he looks more handsome than before, especially with those scars on his face. “Yeah. Yeah. I’ll call you back.” With each fall of his words, his eyes move from head to toe. You are still not ready for the ceremony yet. Wearing a plain hakama, hair braided, a few loose strands kissing your jawline, and a mole near the corner of your lip that just unlocked the memories of that night.

“Nanami-san. . .” you murmur and bite your trembling lips. Tears threaten to flood your cheeks as you take a few steps towards him. He immediately backs away averting his gaze. But you can see him, his guilt, his silent sea of sadness. Nanami Kento is now nothing but a tapestry of quiet despair. A tug on one loose end of a thread and it will all come crashing down.

“Hey...” he states as soon as he realizes the gravity of his action but it is too late now. You have already turned around, started to stroll inside the room, and prepared to slide the door. Clicking his tongue he follows you but does not enter just stands on the other side of the wooden bar separating your room and the porch. His shadow is covering your whole body. He can only see your back, so he does not look up, just stills his eyes on the ground. “Congratulations on your succession —” His voice trails off as your haori drops on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” He raises his voice perking his eyes up at you. You turn your head slightly in his way and he notices bruises around your neck. Suddenly he can feel every bead of perspiration running down his spine. Have you been fucking other men while he was away? He has been wrecking his mind day and night thinking about how to let you down lightly, how to end this relationship without hurting you, what to say, and what not to say so that you can just move on with your life but meanwhile, but you have been seeing other men. How vile! How insulting!

“Why are you still here, Nanami-san?” You turn around without averting your eyes from him.

Nanami enters the room without a second thought closing it behind. “Is it what I think it is ?” He enquires curtly.

“I don't know. You tell me,” You murmur pulling up the sleeves of your nagagi, “what you are thinking. . .” There are certain wounds all the way up your neck in a particular pattern as if someone carved them on you. He does not budge. His brain cells do not finish the path of such thoughts.

Watching his contorted face you let out a disappointed sigh,“Yes. The answer is yes. I went through the ritual.” Nanami swallows, his eyes unable to avert from your body. He wants to see those marks, see each scar, and kiss them. That would be very unethical, wouldn’t it? “If tooru-ni would have been here he wouldn’t have let me go through it.” You walk away towards the window finishing that line of thought, “But I can’t always rely on him. Can I now?” 

Okay, that’s good. You have made half of his confusion clear. What about the bruise on your neck? With long strides, he closes the gap between you two. His strong muscular toned arms curled around your waist before his lips aligned with yours. “have you been seeing other men?” He rasps against your mouth. Your hand rests on his firm chest. It is possible actually, since you are going to be appointed as a supportive clan head, marriage proposals are going to lurk like wild animals amongst the shadows of celebration, especially Zenin Clan. They do not let any cursed energy bearer getaway.

“Why? Would that make you jealous?”

“Yes. definitely.” You can not help but ket out a short-lived simper that not only makes Nanami’s throat dry but also fills his bones with your pesky ignorant attitude. It makes him wanna loathe you. He lifts you a little yanking you by the window side, caging you between the wall and him. He has not let go of his hand from your waist and his other hand rests on the concrete. You look at him with eyes full of longing and lust. You know this is wrong, this whole thing of meeting him here, seeing him before the ceremony. It is wrong in so many ways. Your fisted hands unfurl. You could feel his heart rate being faster now. 

“Can’t we just run away?” you murmur so low and so meek that Nanami thinks he might just hear it wrong. Suppose he did run away with you. What then? People from the Gojo clan is going to hunt him until the end of time. He always has to run away and hide, like a coward.

“That wouldn’t be appropriate,” 

Another chuckle. “Yeah? Then, what’s appropriate? Are you telling me this isn’t inappropriate? you and me, locked in a room, so close to each other. anyone might think we are— 

“Then, let’s make their suspicion into something real,” He breathes against your mouth. There is just a thread of gap between his lip and yours before he opens his mouth with a ‘pop’ and you feel his warm, wet tongue along the column of your throat that makes you shut your eyes instantly, tears rolling down along your cheeks for holding back for so long, for waiting for him so long. Your arms slide along his shoulders slowly as he explores your neck and chest with his mouth making you almost melt in his arms. 

“No. No. No. No. we can’t be doing this again,” He moves away from you shaking his head so much, his breathing labored and irregular. There is that look in your eyes, that sad look of having to fight all alone with no one by your side, that look that has so much sincerity and loyalty underneath. 

“But Nanami-san, I’m not seeing anyone.” You mutter inhaling deeply feeling dizzy. Oh dear! Aren’t you a little too naive to be a clan head? Maybe there is no way out, day in and day out he thought about it but he could not find any. “what happened when you said you would take me to Malaysia?”

"You know we can't do that, baby." He shifts his gaze at you, rasping, "And, you know we were both just drunk and talking about what ifs...does that count? should it count?" You bite your lips looking at the robes scattered on the floor, him and yours, lifeless and entangled with each other. Nanami feels his heart constrict in his ribcage, as if someone had tied his heart with ropes and now both the free ends are being pulled like in a tug of war.

“Ahhh,” he groans. “Fuck it,”  with that he holds your face in between his big soft palms kissing your lips as long as he can. Your fingers clamp around his wrists as you feel his tongue go inside your mouth before he sucks your lips, one by one, fervently, as if you are the source of his oxygen, not the air surrounding you two. He guides your limbs around his nape breaking the kiss to breathe in before kissing down the column of your throat. 

“Take it off,” His husky whisper hot against your chest as he waits.

“But—” you try to protest making him more impatient. It is not like he does not get your point. You will have to go soon otherwise people might come searching for you. These fucking clan rules. Without any delay you let the upper wrapper cloth of your yukata fall down revealing your breasts. 

“You know, you shouldn’t be roaming around like this,” He tartly says before licking up from the base of your chest to the middle of your collarbone.

“Oh Yeah? was waiting… for you,” Nanami’s hand finds your mounds, firm and large hands massaging both of them simultaneously as he presses his hard-on against your waist. His hands now rest on your hips pulling you into his body, while his mouth peppers kisses all over your bosom. Your nipples are so taut, skin awake with goosebumps. His hands travel around your back pulling you into his embrace. Your breath hitches as his grips grow stronger while his mouth latches onto your boobs, sucking your tits and biting them making you moan shamelessly. 

Your constant tugging and fidgeting with the sash of his hakama has now paid off. It hits the grown revealing him in boxers. You take his cock out pumping, sliding the foreskin, and exposing the slick crown of his cock. Nanami grunts, taking his cock and pumping it by himself. “Look at me, look at me, baby”, he murmured while rubbing his nose against your neck, your skin glistening with sweat. He clusters your hakama around your waist and your hands hold them in place, around your stomach. He smiles at that gesture. He is impressed. 

Lifting you up by clasping around your inner things, he holds your back against the wall ready to push his cock inside you. You guide his cock at your slick entrance. As soon as the cock-head is inside he quickly scans your features. You are panting, sweating, mouth open, and eager to take him. He pushes his cock inside you with a deep strong thrust hitting your spot. His grip on your thighs becomes stronger as he starts to glide his torso, to and fro. Eyes flying back ripping off your sanity as he pushes his cock inside you as if he was not hitting the spot making you squirm underneath him.

The bridge of his nose grazes your pulse point as he groans right into your ears asking, "You good?". You stare at him through the corner of your eyes, mouth open ajar, panting rashly too sucked into delirium to form words, but you nod. Kento knows your melting point yet seeing you taking him so well, being so obedient, being so responsive his lips curve in delight. He hums weighing his thoughts about whether it is okay to pull out another orgasm from your heated overstimulated body or not since he has been fucking you nice and slow for what seems like hours. Every time you are close he diverts your attention by pausing and then putting his mouth to work, either on your lips or on your nipples.

His warm cackle reaches your ears as he jerks up towering over your body, fingers clamping underneath your inner thighs. "Oh Gawd!", you whimper earning a smirk from him. "Don't worry angel! I'm not gonna stop until you ask me to!", he declares as he thrusts his cock with a single broad stroke earning a gasp from you. Those chocolate brown eyes gleam in an insatiable hunger as he starts to move in and out, slowly, watching your cream leaking around his cock from previously denied orgasms.

"You're still clenching me so hard baby!", he utters with a chuckle slamming his cock inside you with brute force followed by a long pause and making you arch your body like a bow against the wall. It is euphoric. It is aching. It is maddening.

"So good! such sweet pussy.", he groans as he starts to thrust harder, faster folding your legs over his broad shoulders. You grab your boobs, squeezing, biting your lower lip, filling the room with trails of whimpering moans blessing his ears. With his throbbing cock still inside you he yanks you into his lap, lips never disconnecting from yours he takes you to the futon laying you down. The hakama is clustered around your waist covering your pussy but it is better this way. At least, you are not so coy-like that night.

Kento quivers, balancing himself on his arms against the futon and letting you relax your legs. "Fuck wanna cum in you already", he coos immediately crashing his lips onto yours not giving you a chance to register his momentary lapse, a desire to see you carrying his babies. Moreover, he loves the taste of your salt while sucking your puffy lips inside you. Curling your hands around his nape, fingers skimming through his hair you moan into his mouth breaking the kiss. 

His eyes blink as he feels your hands over his arms. While he is still feasting his eyes over your ravishing sex glow, you roll him along the futon without pulling out. Eyes soaked in surprise Kento is still taken aback by your strength as he gawks at your naked beauty with lust-blown eyes. “Your wish's my command, Sir”, you amend. As the words fall from your lips you start to glide, slow but steady strokes. He holds you by your waist, his lower lip being exploited in between his teeth as you bounce on his cock.

Seeing you bob like an animal, boobs bouncing at a steady rhythm he was in nowhere to decline you; after all, he wanted this too, to fill your womb with babies and those breasts with milk.“Oh yeah! Yea-ash baby!”, he mumbles as you keep jerking. He is close, you can sense it. He flinches feeling his cock twitch in pain but could not care less about it. All he wants is to fill you up to the brim. He sits up adjusting you in his lap.

“Say you hate me.” he huskily mutters.

“What?” you do not pause, just slow down.

“Say you hate me” he quips holding your waist and making you pause your movements. “Or I won’t let you cum,” When you do not believe him he quips with a smirk, “You know, I can do that, don’t you baby?” and strangely you remember how he felt you alone in the room when you made a move on him. You do not want that to happen now, absolutely not, especially with his dick inside you.

He starts to make you bob again, at this point so close to your orgasm that you do not even put up a fight. “Yes. yes. I hate you. I hate you nanami kento I hate you,” you whimper out those words as he thrusts you on his cock. Good, good, that is good; he can not have you admit those feelings out loud, just like him. Your legs quiver feeling the euphoric high approaching, marking his back with crescent indecent as he shoots his cum inside you. Warm, thick, and seeping along your thighs, soaking the sheets. He pulls out with a pop; a prideful glint smothers his face watching his marks all over your chest that run up to your pulse point on the neck. Kento shoots a look at you, your face. He maintains eye contact, puts his mouth around your nipple, and continues to suck until he feels your gummy walls clenching his cock again. “Ahhh—aH!”, you scream hands resting on his shoulders nails digging into his skin. He hates you, he hates you so very much.

Nanami hunches down a little more, kissing your temples, and before sitting upright again he whispers, “Yeah, let’s go to Malaysia. Let’s just run away, honey.”

[the-kr8tor]

Good idea I should save god r and mortal hobie for octobie >:)) Daily Hobie HC! Have we all seen those Life and Death comics? Good cus we're not fully skeleton The creator of life and the grim reaper. Of course, there are many rumors that you two have had an ongoing rivalry from the start of times, but that couldn't be more further from the truth. There was never a rivalry between the two of you. You had always loved Hobie, and he's always loved you. While his animals would have to undergo the tragedy which is the loss of a life, he's reassured, knowing you take good care of the souls that enter your realm. Hobie gifts you various flowers, and although they wither away in your palms, he knows you still receive the meaning they carry as they bloom around your fingers as a soul. Sometimes, he swears that he was here to love you too. To bring you to experience the feeling of life with no care of wilting or harming anything. To make you smile. Many times, he's invited you to his realm, and many times, you've accepted. You walk along the grass side by side, his hand holding yours with a loving squeeze. Although the ground wilts underneath your footstep as you pass, Hobie bears no mind to it. You can't control it, being your entire job was to guide souls into the dream realm to rest easy. You were Death, he was Life, there was no changing it. But there was also no changing the clear love between the two of you. Hobie pauses you briefly, picking out a rose flower and offering it to you, watching it wilt the moment it touched your hands. However, as the spirit of the plant arose, he came up with an idea. Plucking the flower from your grasp, he tucks in behind your ear underneath your cloak, his hand drifting down to cup your cheek as he presses a fond kiss to your forehead. Hobie pulls away with a lovestruck expression. You were the most gorgeous being in his eyes. Death, or not. You couldn't help fall in love with him even more as he tucked the ghostly rose behind your ear, cupping his hand on your cheek as you leaned into him. Hobie pulled you in gently by your waist, admiring you. He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips against yours in an affectionate and soft kiss, your contagious smiling-through-the-kiss causing the edges of his lips to curl in a grin. One of his many, favourite memories of you was when he decided to give you a surprise visit in your realm. He saw you sitting on the ground cross-legged, animals on your lap and resting their heads on your legs as you pat them, consoling them through their realization that they had passed on, and could rest peacefully. A couple of deers, a cheetah, a black cat in your lap. Their eyes were closed, your presence being an obvious consolation for a dark topic. Hobie could've sworn he almost cried. Around Halloween, where black cats were most prominent to enter your realm, Hobie would often help find the dead, wandering souls, knowing he would have no strength to ever manage what you do. To listen to their grievances, and guide them to a place of rest while the animals cried into your shoulder. Hobie acknowledged you as a strong being, for the fact you can stay comforting but also firm. You explained poetically how no soul can wander forever on Earth restlessly. Your words were one thing he teased you about, lovingly of course. He found you to be unintentionally poetic sometimes, and he loved it. He loved hearing your reassurances that you always got his bouquet of flowers in its full glory, even if it wasn't a fully physical form. Hobie was Life. You were Death. And yet so, your hand was still intertwined with his as you rested your head on his shoulder, watching as the spring bloom beckoned all kinds of animals out. -🐦‍⬛

Ooohh yess!!! I can't wait for octobie!!!!!

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️

I think I know which comic you're talking about!

Awwww that's so precious 😍😍😍

THEY HAVE LOVED EACHOTHER SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME 😭😭😭🥹🥹

Hobie gifts you the taste of life while you show him the beauty in death

I love how he would still give you bouquets of flowers even though he knows it'll wilt in your hands 🥹 that's love right there

I bet the first time r was given a flower by hobie they almost cried and said sorry to hobie but he was so understanding and kept giving them flowers instead of chastising r

The lil kiss!!!

😭😭😭 the image of r sitting on the floor while comforting animals has me bawling 😭😭

THEIR LOVE IS EVERLASTING!!!!

[a-dumbass-jester]

Some end avatar hcs I have w Oliver!!

Ok I have a vast one for Mike so I’m going to cover that first, so it’s kinda inspired by the discussion around dcartcorner’s elsewhere au, but I hc mikes emotions can influence the weather. Not majorly but in the area he’s in, because he was marked by the vast using a storm, and even as an avatar he’s associated with storms. So his emotions can infunence them. Also I hc the Fairchild manor (is that even cannon or did I just hear it somewhere(I’m pretty sure the manor existing in a vast pocket dimension is something I heard but idk if the manor itself is)) doesn’t experience weather it’s just clear skies. So if it’s raining there or smth it’s probably best to go check on Mike.

Ok that was not quick BUT ANYWAY OLIVER

My first hc is that after he became an avatar he could see directly into the future as long as it relates to death, and occasionally could even show the person. Like he’ll see a moment from someones death flash before his and maybe their eyes. He could also use tarot (? Idk much about that stuff) to direct his sight and even see more and rarely see non death stuff if he’s careful.

So I know Oliver being physically dead is a well known hc (at least I hope it is) like his hearts not beating and he has no pulse, but I hc that the longer he goes without feeding the end he’ll start decaying. And he doesn’t regenerate. It’s not super noticeable at first, it’s a very slow decay, but it add up overtime. He’s still relatively ok now but in a few decades or maybe centuries, he probably won’t be. As of now though, it’s getting a bit noticeable but not super bad as to immediately give him away. But definitely bad enough to draw some concerns (especially with his torso and hands (but I’ll get into his hands in a minute)) His skin is a lot paler/ashier, with a lot of darker spots that make him look deathly thin(he is).

Ok the hands thing is inspired by a death touch thing I saw a but ago but his hands are probably the biggest give away that he’s an avatar. There thin and skeletal (like most of his body) because skeletons are a common theme with death and the grim reaper. His fingers are a dark gray almost black color, a sign of the death touch. His hand are also VERY cold, colder than the rest of his body because of it. Even though gloves you can feel how ice cold his hands are. Without them there so cold it almost burns.

I want to end this off with a simple one and it’s that he can control the roots, and make them grow and when he does it everyone can see it.

Edit: also Oliver sees ghosts now

Edit 2: mainly because au where Graham is a ghost and Oliver can see him

[ben-the-hyena]

Can I ask for pm hcs 🥺🥺🥺

Oh I said a lot before already !^^ what didn't I say hmmm... ah yes ! The Mayor does say they need to be 1000 ghosts for the curse to be broken and set them all free. A curse the Phantom does NOT want lifted and is paranoid about the fact they are 999 already. Which is why in my fanon Phantom Manor is unknown to ghosts from other places, no afterlife bureaucracy, network and legislation like I see all haunted places that welcome ghosts to have (inspired from the fact Little Leota does say you need your death certificate to join the mansion and how the Ghost Host essentially gives a tour promoting if any of us will die soon and want a place to stay). So whenever a wandering ghost in search for a new house to haunt comes across it very intrigued because they never heard of that one before, the Phantom puts on a show of being amicable and welcomes them in for dinner, shows them where they will haunt/sleep, says they will sign papers and he will take their death certificate later, he actually calls in a Reaper, who can kill for good the Undead, and they are summoned and murder the poor ghost who, if they understood what was going on, found themselves trapped in that manor the Phantom is omniscient in and linked to therefore sees everything and controls it. A death-DEATH trap

That's because the lore of PM has Henry Ravenswood becoming rich out of nowhere, which sounds inspired from many southern legends about rich but cruel land owners who made pacts with the Devil to become rich. Which he did, and he signed for his soul. Not to the Devil since there is no Hell or Heaven just an Afterlife, but still to have his soul owned by demons to torture forever. He had always a sort of medium gift he never worked on like Madame Leota but knew about ghosts and could see them from childhood, and knew that they would need an unfinished business or a traumatic experience or a broken heart to intend to. He sure would have one of those, he just wouldn't need to die fully happy or of old age and was careful with it. And he did find one unfinished business : prevent his daughter he has incestuous lust for to marry and stay a virgin for his own virginity fetish. So when he and most of the town died in the Thunder Mesa earthquake (which was scary and traumatic as well) while she was engaged to a 5th suitor, the rage at the idea of someone else touching her while he would be away had him directly become a ghost and he managed to fool and murder her fiancé on her wedding day, and it turned out in a sad turn of fate he had a lot of reality bending powers for a ghost and decided to torment other ghosts, one of them being able to summon and trap spirits thanks to his medium gift he had as a mortal which amplified as a ghost like it did for Leota. He trapped her fiancé Jake in her own pendant without her knowing so she would never guess and look there which also amused him in his own sick sadistic mind, and summoned evil spirits to aid him imprison and trap within the manor the other ghosts made ny the quake, feeling like a God who could now do anything he liked and prevented himself all his life, bow he could be openly evil

But the demons did end up find him. His unfinished business WAS finished from the moment he killed Jake and they sensed it. So they returned to claim him, with a Reaper (essentially grim reapers who serve Death itself and can kill for real those who "escaped" aka ghosts zombies and vampires ; I HC it takes place in the same universe as the Petit Vampire movie ok) to snatch him for good while they would travel (demons, interdimensional lol) to join him in the Other Side to torture him forever. But crafty and realizing now he was in deep shit, he offered a new deal : whenever a new soul would come, he would offer them by summoning a Reaper to send them to torture eternally in his place, he could be a sort of honorary Reaper himself, or a delivery man at least. They accepted, let him rule on his little kingdom for now and fetch them innocent souls who did not deserve it, it would be even more fun and cruel. But still wanting him, they warned him that if the Manor ever welcomes new residents or prisonners who would stay there for good and reached 1000, the deal would be other and they would claim him. Reassured, he accepted...

...realizing only later that him + his dog who returned a well + Mélanie when she would eventually die + the dead citizens of Thunder Mesa + the evil spirits he just called = 999. Oops. And with Jake in her necklace it was even actually 1000 !... but apparently either they didn't detect him because he trapped/hid him good or because the necklace itself is its own dimension or anything or just because he didn't officially take him for prisonner unlike the others- he doesn't know nor wants to, but one thing is sure is he doesn't count ! And while he does rejoice about this, the coming of any newcomer fills him with rage and fear swiftly replaced by pure evil sadism when he calls for the Reaper to double-kill them as he keeps them captive for them. A good, effective deal, to which his prisonners notably Mélanie feel helpless and hopeless about, feeling both awful for the unsuspecting newcomers some beg to stay for breaking the curse one way or another and more realistic ones like Mélanie beg them to run away while they can, and for how it seems they will forever haunted under the Phantom's iron fist

As of 2023, the Hatbox Ghost is the only one to have made it "alive" (heeeem...) back in 1992 when he was still banished from the Mansion and looking for another haunted house after Mélanie managed to help him escape. He never forgot, and this memory haunts him no pun intended he never told anyone not even Emily. His guilt he could not save anyone nor that poor, poor Mélanie he developped a deep friendship for in only 2 days there (the fact she was a heartbroken bride got him, he has a soft spot for brides at this point lol. Also the fact it's her own father wanting to marry her one day DISGUSTS him) and only hopes she is okay and will find a way one day, and the fear he never felt for anyone about the Phantom, never had a ghost scared him so much for how menacing, sociopathic and cold he was, and how close to double death several times... somrtimes where he sees 2 red dots in the dark he grows paler than he is and flashbacks before realizing it is something else and not his eyes, but he hides it and keeps it for himself

If he only knew, meanwhile, how much the fact a ghost DID manage to escape manage to give them hope and form a resistance still going as of 2023

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Ooo tell me about the Hargreeves kids! What are their numbers and powers? Where are they originally from?

Ahhh thank you I love talking about my kids!!!!  So for some slight geographical context, I picture the Academy as being vaguely Northeast USA, probably New York (if anything has ever been said about the location someone let me know!!!) because I keep seeing people refer to Allison moving across the country to hollywood - idk if it’s canon or fanon but I’m rolling with it!  So here we go!!!

Hargreeves Children:

Alice: Number 8/The Heart.  She’s an empath and Reginald got her from Oxford!

Andromeda: Number 6/The Echo (got “promoted” after Ben died).  Her ability is power mimicry, and she’s originally from Toronto

Audrey: Number 8/The Charmer.  She has the power of hypnosis, and is from Mexico like Diego (when they’re young she often wonders if Diego is actually her brother)

Braeden: Number 8/The Brain.  Her ability is to know everything about anyone/anything that she touches.  She’s from New York, born to a very elite family who had absolutely no interest in having a child

Joey: 00.08/The Keeper.  Her powers are panmnesia, perfect recall, and having an edetic memory, which basically all just mean that she remembers absolutely everything from her life, and she’s from Paris

Kylie: 00.00/The Bomb, her power is energy manipulation and creation!  She’s from Alaska

Lindsey: 0.5/The Void.  Linsdey’s power is power amplification/nullification (like other superpowers, not like electricity power), and she’s from Cardiff

Lorelai: 4.5/The Reaper.  Lorelai’s power is called necrokinesis (or “death force manipulation”) which basically means that she can suck the life out of anything, although she has a very difficult time with controlling it on people.  I believe that Robert Sheehan confirmed that Klaus is German, so Lorelai is German too!

Quinn: 5.5/The Girl, Quinn’s power is telepathy but she’s also learned to actually talk to Five in his head, and has been able to, when she’s extremely distressed, turn her emotions into a psychological attack.  I can’t remember if Five’s origin has been confirmed, but I hc them as being from somewhere in the US

Teresa: The Trial, Teresa doesn’t get a number since she’s part of a different experiment/class.  Her power is retrocognition, which is basically reverse divination (she can touch something/someone and see pieces of their past).  She’s from wherever the Academy is, since Klaus was still living at the Academy when he got her mom pregnant and she was born (not that he knows it)

Later additions to the Academy:

Ophelia: 00.08/The Healer, Ophelia’s power is healing and cellular regeneration, and she’s from London

Taylor: Number 5/The Replacement, Taylor’s powers are telekenisis and matter manipulation, and she’s from Romania

Other TUA OCs:

April: The Siren, April’s power is persuasion (charmspeak, if you’re familiar with the Percy Jackson universe), and she’s from Liverpool, although her family moved to near the Academy when she was young

Athena: AP/The Myth, Athena is a technopath, born and raised in the same city as the Academy

Dorothy: Dot has no powers, and was born in California (although she was a nurse in Vietnam when Klaus met her)

June: June’s power is time manipulation, and she’s from wherever the Academy is 

Kiera: Kiera’s power is that she’s a banshee, and she’s from Seattle but was moved to wherever the Academy is when she was a teenager

Virginia: Virginia has the ability of writing manifestation.  She’s from Montreal, until she seeks out Reginald and the Academy to try to understand her powers!

Thank you so much for the ask!!!!!!!

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A Cup of Nightshade Tea (I)

Here it is, what this blog was made for! First things first, I would like to give a special thank you to @whatzaoverwatch and @reapers-carino for inspiring me to come out of my shell and to try and show my works to the public. As well as @tacticalvisor76 who had made HCs of this prompt that helped me put it in motion (which can be found here). So without further rambling, here it is!

Near death, reader begs for mercy, only to find out that the one who granted their wish was a demon! Reader must now comply with the malevolent spirit’s demands if the contract is to be fulfilled so that they can be free. But sometimes deadmen can still tell tales... Demon!Hanzo X Fem!reader

Your vision was blurry, growing hazier and requiring a greater effort to stay up right and not fall over. It seemed so nice, so tempting. To lay down and rest, just for a little while.

Despite your body begging for a break you continued onwards. The rain was pelting; and if your wounds weren’t to be the death of you then the cold most certainly was. Legs struggling to keep you upright the constant barrage of fallen logs and protruding rocks showed no mercy to your disoriented condition. Almost as though wanting to keep you from ever finding your way out of the forest.

Internally you laughed at yourself for such a silly thought. Cold, hungry, and weak -anything would seem to be against you at the moment. It was foolish, but you still felt that way nonetheless.

Maybe it was out of spite, or maybe it was due to the fact that you weren’t paying attention that in your feeble steps one of them did more than a mere stumble. Falling face first to the ground you laid there as sharp pangs poked through the tenderness of your flesh. Too tired to cry out or to even wipe the dirt getting into your eyelashes it was everything your energy could handle to keep the feeling within your skin and not succumb to numbness.

The rain had coated rocks in a dark grey that scarlet streams swirled and diluted into, all the while flushing the various chlorophyll hues of the thick of the woods. Had it not been a bad day, you would’ve taken solace in gazing at their steady transition to autumn toned hues.

Your eyelids were heavy, oh so heavy. Maybe if they closed for but a moment, the cold would subside. And maybe the pain would too, just a little bit was all you asked for. What happened what they did, it was so horrid that you had to have been dreaming. Maybe if you went to sleep here you would wake back up in a warm bed that was dry and cozy.

But you weren’t dreaming.

The rain pattering over your beaten frame was real. And so was the tremors that ached throughout your drenched bones. You didn’t need a mirror to see the purple swelling that replaced your skin, or the mud that replaced your clothes.

You were on the ground ever so slowly bleeding out -the same exact way they left you. New to the area you hadn’t the slightest clue in regards to gangs or the sort. Originally one man in your attack, upon being pulled out of the van another made himself present. The struggle was nearly over as quickly as it began, the offire of a gun piercing your side. Inherently seeing it fit they decided to leave you there as their purpose fulfilled -to die a pitiful and agonistic death.

Yet you managed to get up and found the willpower to seek help. You did it once.

And you were going to do it again.

Everything in your body protested. Jagged rocks suddenly became the best bed on the planet. Coughing and shaking, the action of getting onto your hands and knees was already a feat in itself. Now having a recognizable distance between your eyes and the ground you were able to see what you had stumbled upon.

An old pillar of stone had been long since knocked over from its erected stance. To the side of you you noticed an effigy in pieces adorning moss as a crown. You may not have known anything about this place, but the placement of a man made item was unmistakable.

And where there was one, there had to be another.

A sudden surge of adrenaline hoisted yourself up and went so far as to give you enough motivation to continue walking forward. It was a sliver of hope from a menial sign of human activity, but you’ll be damned if you stopped as soon as something was given to you.

By now the acoustics of the rain had become fine tuned. Ears being able to hear the various heights of which they hit leaves or to form a puddle in the mud. Your feet led you in what would have been the direction behind the stone pillar. And just as fate would have it the sound of hitting its target happened all at once, resembling that of a flat surface, such as a pavement.

Or possibly a roof.

Heart swelling you couldn’t control the tears at the sight of it. An old, abandoned shrine that had been long since put out of commission. Rotted out wood and withered away charms whose protection chants had been long since washed away.

It was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen.

Limping your way there and inside you didn’t register the pair of eyes that were now watching you.

The sudden end to the berading rain felt odd to your skin, leaving a sheen gloss over your entire frame. Nostrils flared at the pungent, stagnant air. It was hollow and dark inside. Had you not been so disoriented you would’ve heard the ghostly moan that came from its shadows.

Still the eyes were watching.

Groaning yourself it was all you could do not to topple over again. Senses still together by a thread, your eyes looked around the place for any salvageable items. What you found was a desecrated space that not only held some degenerate’s graffiti but also a wrecked Deity figure. You couldn’t help but shake your head. Even in its state it still provided for a mere mortal, despite the gross disrespect that was done to it.

You knew you had to pay some form of homage to the Deity of which the shrine was devoted to. It was the bare minimum you could do if you wanted to stay there.

Unbeknownst to you a different spirit now took over the residence. One whom was the definition of a nightmare to someone as vulnerable and defenseless as you.

And it was not happy.

Not only did it hate being disturbed, but it was hungry and yet to eat anything in the better part of a century.

Did you ever smell so sweet.

An appealing place to rest for a bandit or some other criminal the spirit took a special liking to comprising a horde of their weapons after consuming them. Taking their possessions as a sign of dominance what little they had now its. An ornate, delicately crafted bow and quiver was a particular favorite.

Getting into the nasty habit of playing with their food the spirit began to tantalize its victims. The smell of fear growing intoxicating, releasing a special high in the hopeless dread and helplessness that was at its sole disposal.

But right as it was about to release the string’s tension it stopped, eyes watching.

On your knees you were fiddling with abstract objects until finally a wisp of smoke began to float upwards. Amongst broken panels you managed to find remnants of what used to be used for the shrine’s ceremonies. Right in front of it you had placed three little mushrooms and a handful of berries you randomly found in hopes to serve as food. Pressing forehead to the ground you began to pray, or rather, beg for mercy.

What were you doing?

More amused with the theatrics you were putting on the spirit refrained from making you its next meal -for now that is. Crossing grey toned arms the cooled skin would’ve made the wood shiver could it feel. White glowing eyes stuck to your every move.

Watching the wracking shiver tremor through your body, noting every quiver of your lips as you whispered. Never before did he have a problem with playing with his food before devouring it -matter of fact savored the extra taste despair brought.

But this was different.

Something made you different.

Maybe it was because those before were unashamed sinners. Or perhaps it was that your helplessness was not because of him, but of some other monster that was too sloppy with their food to let it get away. Whatever the cause, the spirit didn’t act. But instead became flattered when you went so far as trying to tidy up the shrine’s space.

It wasn’t much, and truth be told you did it more so to see if any animals were in there than anything else. The rain outside continued in torrents, its ferocity unforgiving and unrelenting. Shuffling the things about you you were able to determine a dry enough spot away from the roof’s leaks.

Time went by as slowly as it ever did. Bugs began their racket and the howling of wolves could be heard somewhere in the distance, though if they had smelled your blood they never came closer. Well knowing who ruled these woods.

The smell of weakness grew stronger, grew sweeter. The spirit licked his lips. The mere act of abstaining for this long made it that much more enticing. In this air of uncertainty a sense of delicacy came over you. A purity that the faintest touch from his hands would taint. Mortals were always fragile, but never serene while so.

Too used to thinking of one as food, when lowly spirits came to bring your soul across the threshold he forgot completely what happened when he didn’t consume their soul. It finally occurred to the spirit that you were now only a breath away from death, from slipping from some kind a tangible grasp he had of you here. Seeing the lowly servants set up their chains to take you away put a swelling anger in his chest.

This was his domain. They didn’t have the right to touch you.

Flicking his wrist those beneath him vanished back to whence they came. It was silent amongst the storm raging outside. A pain hit him upon hearing the agonistic groan escape from your lips. Then just as before the lowly spirits appeared once again to bring you death.

At this point it would have been a mercy. To end you suffering. The God that used to reside here would have granted it. Except it wasn’t and in its place here he stood. He wasn’t a benevolent spirit, either.

He was selfish.

Sending them away once more the spirit took a step to be beside you. Kneeling he took your chin in one large hand. Eyes glazed over incapable of recognizing reality your ultimate demise was imminent, he was no fool.

And yet what was this he was feeling?

Pity?

Sorrow?

Such mortal emotions. But here they were, all the same. Glowing eyes glanced over where the offering still lay. Then slowly, back towards you.

Cold fingers went over and petted the sopping wet mess that was your hair. You were so weak that you didn’t even register the presence of another entity. Eyes never leaving you his mind went back and forth as to what to do. An intriguing specimen, you had stricken his fancy long enough not be eaten, but if that was not to be your fate then something else must be done.

Meanwhile the servants began to to grow impatient. If the spirit wasn’t going to eat you then they had to take you away. Souls couldn’t be kept as pets (well, not here anyways). It wasn’t until a verbal fight broke out between the two did he finally make up his mind.

Gracing the softness of your features one more time the spirit placed a hand on your unmoving body. Being from nother-realm it was difficult to describe the feeling of a spirit leaving a spirit. It didn’t dissipate, there was no feeling of loss or emptiness. Instead it was simply.. Somewhere else. At first it was nothing, until the sensation of being soaked to the bone became his own.

And lungs that he never had a use for burned and began to thrash with the violent shivers returning to your body. Filled with just enough life, the lowly servants went away on their own accord this time.

The night was still long and dark. The spirit knew that though you returned now, it was only a matter of time before you went straight back to the same fate. Something more needed to be done.

Groans whimpered from your lips as something began to take a hold of you. Tired and deranged, nothing made sense anymore. The only thing that could be comprehended was a sense of safety that was being projected onto you by an external force.

Feebly accepting its embrace there was not much else you were capable of doing. You wished you had enough strength to voice your eternal gratitude but any sound was cut off by aches and pains. Unable to keep yourself oriented eyelids gradually commanded themselves shut. Allowing for the blackness to consume you with nothing else there except for the arms of an Angel.

Or, quite possibly,

A Demon.

Eyyyy so there it is! Please keep in mind that this isn’t polished and it’s my first time making a serious attempt at writing. All in all I hope you didn’t think it was too bad and that you liked it! Thank you!!

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SMFDR magic!au headcanons

A/N: as promised, i give to you the smfdr boys featuring angsT. im currently still working on the fic so stay tuned y’all because i might do another hc post with other characters (; and as always, enjoy (and check out my girl @11wolfpup11 because she’s my co in this). sidenote: Luna Andre is my oc and is John Andre and Peggy Shippen Andre’s daughter. all ya need to know for now is shes a freckley, sassy cutey that will do anything for her fam and a-a-ron

Thomas:

Death Wizard

dis poor boy can kill or weaken any living thing with just the touch of his hand

hell, any part of him is almost toxic 

and he hates it more than anything, I mean who wants to be friends with someone who can’t give hugs or even the smallest gestures without the fear of dying at his hand?

honestly, no one really fucks with him

most avoid him at all costs besides James, but sometimes that’s a good thing

he can also sometimes talk to spirits and the dead as his ability is often linked to the dark arts, but the ghosts and such have to be the ones to contact him first

it scared the shit out of him the first time it happened

one of the other students’ dead grandparents reached out to him in the middle of class and he flipped the fuck out

but he himself has yet to hear from his own parents...

sometimes other students call him the Grimm Reaper

This boy would give anything to have a new power

he tries hard not to use his powers because someone either gets hurt or ends up passing out in the middle of class

he shoves it all down but because he’s so damn powerful (one of the most powerful in the school) but it leaks out anyways

it usually just kills nearby plants in which James fixes

most times he wears a lot of thick clothing and black leather gloves to keep himself from hurting people

when he first found out what he could do, he accidentally killed his parents

no one mentions it unless they literally have a death wish

either way, he’s tried so hard to try and erase the power from his soul

he’s tried spells and potions and chants and even tried to sell his soul because, i mean, if he doesn’t have a soul then he wouldn’t have any magic as magic always originates within one’s soul

James didn’t let him out of his sights for weeks after that

Did i mention he loves attention and affection?

Tommy boy puts on this sort of ‘bad boy’ aura to push people away but deep down he just wants affection

he never shows it in public but when he and James are alone in their shared dorm room, he’ll let James put flowers in his poofy curls and rant about how much he hates how Professor Hewlett gets sidetracked so easily in class

he’ll make sassy remarks in class all the time just to get the attention

and most times, it’s hilarious

emphasis on most

but he still always has a soft spot for his best friend

My boy trusts James Madison more than anyone else

because of James’ counteracting power, the two sorta just fit

Thomas is able to take his gloves off around him and be comfortable, mostly in the setting of their dorm

it took him a while to be able to do that kind of stuff because for most of his life he didn’t touch anyone

but when James assured time after time Thomas’ powers don’t affect him, eventually he became more himself around James and allowed himself to be comfortable with touches and pretend he doesn’t feel his pulse quicken and his heart jump in his throat bc fuck he loves his Jemmy

Sometimes it’s not enough

there are some instances where Thomas looses himself in the pure amount of strength his power has and James has to be the one to pull him back

and despite James being equally as strong, it still weakens him

Thomas never forgets those times...

he’ll lock himself away from everyone, including James for days

it’s like his power surges in him, begging him to release darkness and death on every damn student

it’s hard to control it and it comes in big waves, usually in correspondence with his anger issues because

this poor boy gets mad pretty fast

but James is still always there for him

he defends Tom and protects him

through it all, it always seems like they were meant to be

James:

Life Wizard

can bring most things to life and heal wounds 

although depending on what the thing is or what kind of wound depends on hard it is to actually resurrect or heal

he really likes to heal plants and can even spawn lil flowers and such 

he’s honestly the cutest flower boy

if he passes a dying tree or wilting flower, he always stops and makes it the most lively, beautiful thing he mostly does it with what Thomas accidentally kills

he takes pride in it but sometimes his gift can be a burden

when he first discovered them he revived someone who was dead while he was at damn funeral

it was a shit show

The most puRE

he wears these round glasses and is the quiet type in classes

if he notices someone upset or nervous, he leaves them a flower on their desk as an anonymous person but everyone knows it’s him

he has his own garden in his dorm along a window on his side of the room and checks it over every morning

he knows how much Thomas tries to avoid his garden in fear of killing it but he trusts him to not do it intentionally

Thomas sometimes gives him skulls he finds in the woods that surrounds the school and James likes to fill them with flowers and put them in the garden

“That just takes away the intimidation purpose of it, Jemmy.”

“Shush, you love it.”

usually he can pick out the days Thomas will be moodier than usual and makes sure to put on his favorite show and give him all the love and affection he wants

and yes, he loves putting flowers - usually violets - in Tom’s hair

his favorite flower type to grow are blossoming flowers because he likes the way they just bloom

Even though he pure, he fierce 

don’t let appearance fool you

he may be a smol cute little guy but when it comes to people talking crap about Jefferson or shutting down his own brilliant ideas and works, he will throw down

there was this one time he “accidentally” had a giant vine wrap around another student, hanging him on a ceiling fan

he’s very methodical and cold in his fierceness but combined with Thomas’ brutality and kill-first-ask-questions-later attitude they’re kinda known as people to never get on the bad side of

Aaron:

Shadow Wizard 

this bean can control or manipulate shadows and darkness to his will

in some ways he can even travel through shadows but he has to envision just exactly where he want to go and its kinda complex

but he can also use his power as a dark art even though he doesn’t prefer to do that

he mostly uses his powers to create shadow puppets and mimics that are mindless, dark creatures that are harmless and normally gentle that he can control (though he prefers not to most times)

everyone’s a little bit intimidated by him though because of his mysteriousness and just... dark aura

He loves his shadow puppets

he summons them to help with simple tasks or for company

sometimes, he sings with them for his own entertainment

it helps to avoid his loneliness

(Shadows: we dream of a brand new start, Burr: but we dream in the dark for the most part)

or he sometimes uses them to eavesdrop and sneak around because why not?

his favorite ones looks like a raven that perches on his shoulder as he does his work

Not the most social person but loves the hecc outta his friends

Aaron generally has two main friends - Luna Andre and Theodosia Prevost 

Luna and him have been best friends since the very beginning, instantly connecting. they both came to Flilria around the same time so it was easy to gravitate towards each other in terms of cluelessness and such

before he met Theo, Luna was basically all he had as he was an orphan even before he knew of his magic

but Luna’s family kinda adopted him almost since Burr and Luna were so close they had become like siblings

but despite that, she’s kind of a bad influence mischief wise

even so, they both hate bringing attention to themselves and often to try to stay as neutral as possible in the eye of the public, but they share their true opinions to each other in private

overall, they’re hella close sometimes too close

Luna was the one to introduce Theo to Aaron and they all are a cool friend group

even though poor Luna is a third wheel

Ah, yes. young love ft. competition

Burr always makes it his goal to be at the top of the class

and Theo just happened to be his top competition

before he met her, he hated her because she always made it so hard to keep up and maintain the number 1 title

they would always glare and tease each other when they made eye contact in the halls or in shared classes

but once Luna formally introduced Theo to him and they set aside their little competition, they really clicked

Aaron had never felt more alive when he talked to Theo

it’s all very domestic and private since they both hated the notion of PDA

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Jaspern’s HC Masterpost

His eyes are a fiery amber color. They seem to swirl and smolder when he’s using his reaper’s sight, or if he ever “eats” a soul.

Jas rarely ever consumes souls, though if he does, it makes him stronger proportionate to the amount of power the person that the soul belonged to pssessed when they were alive.

He has one set of bat-like demon wings. They’re black, with lines of grey along the bones, and feel slightly rough to the touch. They aren’t too big, each wing around 7ft long, and they’re extremely strong, but he rarely has them out.

When he was a baby, Tenimus (the reaper realm and it’s embodiment) took a liking to Jas, though it was unknown exactly why. Because of this, he would disappear for hours at a time, only to be found later on hidden away in a nest-like crib in the heart of the realm. People think that’s one of the reasons that Jas came to have such a strong connection to death, and such a high power level at such a young age. 

Unlike his parents, he’s incredibly proud of his race, and though he complains about it constantly, he loves his job as well. He couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

Though Jas has a large home, it’s just he and JJ living there, so most of the rooms end up going unused. Many of the unused rooms have just the bare amount of furniture that came with the house.

Most people that work for Jas either love him or hate him. There’s very, very little in between. This is because he’s extremely strict and expects a lot out of people, usually bordering on being unreasonable. If someone works up the courage to tell him that he’s crossing a line though, he’s usually pretty quick to pull back and reassess. Usually, he’ll end up making things a bit easier.

If someone works for Jas, even if they’re the biggest pain in his ass, he’ll bend over backwards to help them out if they run into a rough time. Money, food, shelter, even work, he’ll pull strings to help out however he can. He also overpays most people that work for him as well, but he’ll play it off like he’s not the one in charge of employee pay for his division. (he does pretty much everything for his division, even though technically, he doesn’t have to.)

Usually, if you see Jassie around his house at night, he’ll have a pair of reading glasses on. Because Lerato made him develop his reaper’s sight so young, his eyesight isn’t always the best. 

Jas gets stressed easily (which is where his son gets it from), and is also quick to anger. He’s been getting better about catching himself and calming down before he says anything too bad, but he’s prone to yelling and harsh words when he’s mad. If he’s really pissed, you can tell because his wings and fangs come out, and the immediate area around him (within about 3 feet) starts to slowly die and decay.

He’s afraid to die, but more-so because he’s worried about what will happen to his soul. Reaper’s souls are fragile, and if they aren’t ferried over to their next life relatively fast, they’ll fade away.

Jas used to have his ears pierced, but when JJ was a baby, he took a liking to one of the studs and ripped it out of Jas’ ear. Because of this, Jassie let them close, but now that JJ’s older, he’s been considering having them redone.

His freckles are very light, and he doesn’t have very many of them. If you point them out (or tell him they’re cute), he’ll get super flustered. 

Jas is weird about love. He’ll fight tooth and nail not to fall for someone, and deny it up and down to anybody that asks until he’s in an actual committed relationship with his partner. It’s because he’s afraid of giving someone the means to hurt him, especially when he sees love as being a very fragile, fickle thing.

Once he’s in a relationship with someone though, he’s committed 100%. You’ll never have to worry about him cheating or trying to leave you, he’ll always do everything he can to make things work. Even if that puts him in a bad spot.

One negative thing about being in a relationship with him (that developed after his mateship with Kam), is that if you don’t keep him in check, Jas will get very controlling. He doesn’t realize he’s doing it, or at least not in a negative sense; he’s just doing his best to keep his partner safe. All it takes is a bit of reassurance and some gentle teasing though, and usually he’ll stop.

Jas is also extremely sexual once he’s in a relationship with someone. His partner will constantly have his hand on their back, hip, or butt, and there will be a ton of flirting and pick-up lines. His partner should also get used to the fact that he will randomly get turned on by his partner at any time, and will try his damnedest to have sex then and there. In a dressing room while clothes shopping, over his desk at work, up against a tree at a park, he really could care less as long as he has his partner’s undivided attention.

If it wasn’t obvious from the last thing, he’s very sexually adventurous. 

On the relationship note, the only really serious relationship that he’s had is with Kam, and that didn’t really start out as the most normal relationship. They absolutely hated each other when they first met, and fought constantly to try to prove which one of them was better. This escalated until literally every time they saw each other, they were trying to kill each other. Eventually, when Kam very nearly killed Jas (which is where he got his only major scar), this somehow led to them having sex, which led to an almost two thousand year mateship between the two.

Said relationship resulted in the birth of JJ, Jas’ only son and his pride and joy. Screw with JJ, and Jas will make sure you meet the most excruciatingly painful end that he can think of.

Kam died from an illness that had slowly been killing her for a millennia, and Jas was absolutely devastated by the loss because he felt that there had been nothing he could do. He hates feeling powerless, and the fact that he wasn’t able to cure her or take away her pain still pains him to this day.

Jas’ brother Kaen was almost exactly a century younger than him. Kaen’s the one that introduced Jas and Kam. The brothers were incredibly close, with Jas playing the typical overly protective and doting big brother role, teaching Kaen everything he knew. Kaen was killed after Jas picked a fight with the ruler of another realm for trying to get in the way of Jas taking his wife’s soul. Afterwards, the ruler would attack Jas regularly, eventually finding Kaen and telling him that he could trade his life for Jas’. Kaen accepted in a heartbeat, because Jas was powerful, and knew exactly what he wanted out of life. Kaen thought that Jas was going to become great and important, where he likely wasn’t, and so he gave his life to keep Jas safe.

Jas doesn’t know that; he just thinks that the ruler killed Kaen to get back at him, and though he blames himself, it would be far worse if Jas ever found out what Kaen did.

Jas’ parents, while still alive, practically disowned him. If asked about them, he’ll reply that they’re dead, and say no more about the subject.If he’s very close with someone, he’ll tell them the truth, but it’ll still just be the bare minimum details, because he hates talking about them.

He comes off as very cold and callous when first meeting someone, but warms up after speaking with them a few times. At that point, you can expect some flirty comments here and there and more teasing sarcasm. He’ll also talk A LOT more. About his day, just a rant, about JJ or even what he’s planning to make for dinner that night, he likes to be open about his life with the people he chooses to spend his personal time with.

Has a ridiculous sleep schedule, sleeping at odd times, and usually only for a few hours at a time. When he does sleep at night, it’s usually a very still, light sleep, and any sound or movement throughout the house will wake him. This is better than a decade or two ago, when he would wake up every fifteen minutes to get up and check to make sure JJ was safe.

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HEADCANON.

HEADCANON: Status.

     HC. Okay, so Ainz is a little weird when it comes to affects that do and don’t affect him. Primarily any sort of mind reading or mind control or anything like that doesn’t work. That’s just how it is with him being undead. Anything that would affect his emotions he doesn’t feel due to being an Undead, all of that is ineffective on him. Essentially he is completely immune to anything like that. Which is both a blessing and a curse with him. Due to being undead, he will never be over run with emotions, and unable to function or work. However by that same token he is rather unfeeling and cold towards most anything. He does feel positively (Like how he feels with the NPC he created, Pandora’s Actor) but anything like shock, surprise, fear, paranoia. Anything like that he doesn’t feel. He is usually very, very logical and cold in his line of thinking.

     HC. But that comes with a cost. He usually is rather distant from emotions, and doesn’t always keep them in mind. He is aware that people have them and need them and such, but well- he is distant from them. Meaning he doesn’t know that he comes of terrifying at times, or even frightening. He has an aura that, while harmless, looks absolutely terrifying. He also cannot really use healing potions or anything like that. They cause him harm. However, due to just how high level he is, he has a lot of immunities and resistances. It takes a very high level attack to even hurt him. Getting stabbed in the chest did absolutely nothing from Angels when he was stabbed. So I mean- not a lot of things can hurt him. HOWEVER, he is always very cautious about people, because there may be one who can actually hurt him. He never underestimates people. I mean if you want a list of his immunities it’s under the cut, as well as just the explanation.

Competence in Evil Language

Create High Tier Undead (4/day): Ainz can create both a Eyeball Corpse, or Pale Rider by using this ability. If Ainz were to use his experience points, he can even create level 90 monsters. (Overlord Wiseman / Grim Reaper Thanatos).

Create Middle Tier Undead (12/day): Ainz can create a Death Knight, Jack the Ripper, or Corpse Collector by using this ability.

Create Low Tier Undead (20/day): Ainz can create both a Wraith, Skeleton, or Bone Vulture by using this ability.

Dark Soul

Dark Wisdom: Allows Ainz to increase the amount of spells one can learn by experiencing a sacrifice-ritual event.

Despair Aura I: Has a chance of causing Fear. Fear referred to an abnormal status of being afraid, which inflicted a penalty to all actions. Besides inflicting fear, it could reduce the stats of its victims. Normally, it would not have an effect on the level 100 NPCs, but when equipped with the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, its effect had been strengthened.

Despair Aura II: Has a chance of causing Panic. Panic was a more severe version of Fear, caused by stacking additional Fear effects on each other. Anyone afflicted by that status would want to flee the ability user at all costs ― in other words, they would be unable to take any combat-related actions against that person.

Despair Aura III: Has a chance of causing Confusion. This can only happen unless the target does not have any recovery measures prepare.

Despair Aura IV: Has a chance of causing Insanity. Insanity was an extremely annoying bad status, being a permanent version of Confusion. It could not be removed without magic from a third party.

Despair Aura V: Has a chance of causing Instant Death.

Acid, Electric, Ice Invalidation

High Tier Repel Resistance III

High Tier Magic Invalidation III: Nullifies all low tier spells.

High Tier Physical Invalidation III: Nullifies all low level attacks (below level 60).

Immortal Blessing: Can sense other undead beings.

Negative Touch: Deals negative-type damage to the object being touched, attacked, or skill-attacked by Ainz. Acquired by Elder Lich level up. Can toggle On/Off.

Negative Guard

Negative Blessing

Status Damage Ⅳ

Slashing Weapon Resistance V

Strengthened Magic Vision: See Through.

Piercing Weapon Resistance V

Basic Undead Race Traits

Critical Hit Invalid

Dark Vision

Doubled damage by Fire

Energy Drain Invalid

Food, Drink, and Breathing are Unnecessary

Ineffective Mental Function

Necromancy Resistance

Physical Penalty Resistance

Poisoning/Sick/Sleep/Instant Death/Paralysis Invalid

Positive, Light, Holy Weakness Ⅳ

Recover by Negative Energy

Status Damage Invalid

Status Penalty in Positive / Holy Area

Striking Weapon Weakness Ⅴ

     HC. So if you look at this, there isn’t a lot that can hurt him, but the things that can like Fire, Light/Holy weaknesses, Blunt weapons weakness and stuff like that tend to make it somewhat balanced. But you do also have to keep in mind that he is level 100. Level 100. Most people in the New World (and quite honestly most places) are at most level 30 or round about. And those are the terrifyingly strong people.

     All in all. Ainz is a terrifying SOB.