#fun fact! Lukas’ hair looks like that because I have a fun little headcanon

[froggychair05]

Hello :)

[nekoooooo-p]

Demo: Yandere Hatsune Miku Headcanons

art by: yanderous on Tumblr

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CW: internet stalking; (a little) gaslighting

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This is a demo, which may become a full-fledged large text, written and with a plot. Keyword MAY-..it all depends on you guys, you just have to ask me!

This is just an attempt to distract from the Phosphophyllite headcanons, since there is text there for five seconds of free fast scrolling down... and that's not all...That's why I'm stupidly tired of this and I desperately need a distraction HAHAHA

BTW, VERY FUN FACT.

Based (mostly) on real events :)

Enjoy!

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× You don't know each other.

× Do you know why?

× Because she's just a robot.

× Vocal synthesizer without identity.

× All that is known about her is known from fans and her design.

× Empty.

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× She is loved.

× She's popular.

× And you also see her on community pages, like drawings, listen to music, and perhaps try to do something creative yourself.

× Of course, you didn't know just Miku.

× You knew other Vocaloids too. Rin, Len, Luka, Meiko, Gumi, Flower, Fukase - there were a lot of them, you didn’t know them all, but you heard about many.

× You began to notice that many people had a favorite. And you also decided to choose your favorite Vocaloid.

× The simplest and quite normal choice was Miku.

× But you decided to take someone else as your favorite, because loving Miku is banal.

× The choice has been made.

× . . .

× It doesn’t matter who you chose, but you dreamed about them

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× You dreamed of them fighting with Miku.

× In an old school building, two people were strangling each other. Two vocal synthesizers. ×

× It seems that the thin fingers of the long-haired girl with ponytails were squeezing someone else’s throat an order of magnitude stro

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× You woke up.

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× The dream was strange, but in the end it was just a dream - you struggled with yourself for a long time, trying to choose one of the two - and you didn’t choose Miku. That's why you dreamed about some bullshit.

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× Overall, no big deal.

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× It is vital for you to finish the project, but instead you are interested in reading some article on the Internet.

× You read the article with curiosity and look at the comments.

× People share opinions there - nothing unusual....

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× ...Until you suddenly see Miku in the book cover photo.

× You stare at this in surprise - the article was not about Vocaloids at all, just like the comment itself with the photo.

× You take a screenshot with a laugh, close the article and finally remember about the project. Haha, it was funny, Miku reminded you of your studies.

× You jokingly thank the non-existent character out loud and take out your notebooks.

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× As it turned out, you had something to thank Miku for - you were called in during class and asked to answer with almost no preparation.

× Of course, such coincidences make you even a little scared - but only if they are repeated often. So it was just really funny now.

× You told your friends about this coincidence, you laughed together and celebrated the excellent completion of the project.

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× It's funny, but one day you again came across a funny coincidence - the author of your favorite fanfic not from the Vocaloid fandom suddenly added Miku to the plot as a reference and a side character.

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× Oh , how small the world is!

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× The dream repeated itself.

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× You began to have trouble sleeping - your dreams became strange and distorted. Once you even dreamed of some outright nonsense with Miku figurines.

× You were in your own room, scrolling through the marketplace. And saw strange, unfinished figures there.

× M i k u. ×

× At one point, one of the figures independently adds itself to the basket and you laugh. For some reason.

× Suddenly the second figure does the same.

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× Then the third. Then the fourth.

× This caused bewilderment, laughter and showed only the absurdity of a strange situation.

× And then you suddenly looked at the floor behind the phone... and saw there a whole bunch of scary, unfinished, broken, mangled toys and Hatsune Miku figurines.

× You back away - and the figures keep growing and growing in geometric progression.

× You are afraid that now they will fill the entire room, and you will suffocate in this huge pile of plastic - but as soon as your back hits an obstacle, you wake up.

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× And what was that?

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× Nothing changes in your life - everything is quite as usual, the same communication, the same activities, the same living space, the same environment. Everything is calm and as usual.

× You don't pay attention to the little things.

× You see Miku a lot of places - on other people’s badges, notepads, many people ask if you know her, ask you to tell her, you see her periodically in advertisements...And this is provided that Miku and Vocaloids, in principle, were not so popular in your circle!

× Sekai must have made Vocaloids more famous and that's why you started bumping into Miku so often.

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× ..but why Miku?

× After all, during all the time you saw something definitely related to Sekai only a couple of times, while Miku in her various manifestations almost always. You even bothered to meet a cosplayer who wanted to cosplay as Miku.

× You communicated actively for some time, but then something went wrong and you quarreled.

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× ...By the way, when you almost stopped communicating, you later found out that he refused to cosplay Miku for some reason.

× An interesting coincidence.

× Somehow there are a ton of them, don’t you think?

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× One day you saw a badge with Miku on the bag of one person, with whom you later had to get to know each other better due to certain circumstances. You talked for a couple of hours out of necessity and you complimented their badge.

"What are you talking about? I've never had a badge with Hatsune Miku..."

× The confused face of your interlocutor unsettled you.

× But...but you saw!

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× what the heck?

× And this happened several times. You even thought that you had problems with vision or memory...

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× The frequency of appearances of the Vocaloid girl in your life reached the point of absurdity. After all, in addition to appearing in your feed and advertising, she was also in your real life - acquaintances, conversations, badges, other merch, unusual projects of classmates and even in fucking magazines.

× You bumped into her absolutely everywhere.

× And then at some point you decided to download Vocaloid.

× You found your favorite producer who used your favorite vocaloid, you listened to the music of this producer, and finally you wanted to make covers or songs yourself.

× You were looking for a pirated version because you didn’t have money, although you were ashamed, in a sense, to download a pirated version.

× The voice bank you found in the public domain was... Miku's voice bank!

× In general, you weren’t against it - you liked Miku, but she was somewhere in second or third place on the list of favorites.

× When you started making covers using her bank, a question arose - why do many people say that Miku is difficult for a beginner? You were great at tuning her voice. And people liked your covers.

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× ....by the way, it’s strange that you no longer come across Miku anywhere other than your feed.

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End of demo.

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[seraphiteshaven]

I like this so I'm going to write headcanons for it. Obviously. Jmart is this stupid little locally owned store in the Scottish Highlands sorry I don't make the rules. They get a fair few customers to keep afloat, which is nice, and the shop is friendly with warm lighting that's easy on the eyes!! The two of them take turns doing jobs like baking bread and ordering new products but most of the time it's Jonny stocking shelves and Martin at the register. Not like they both couldn't do the other's work, but Jon is just trash at not being really rude to customers. He's the type to ask stupid questions while a customer is buying alcohol and baby formula like "Odd choice. Tell me, what struck you that the idea of drinking while parenting an infant was a splendid idea?" or something else along those (British) lines that tells everyone he thinks the customer is a piece of shit. Headcanon Martin keeps the shop cool. Really cool. So cool in fact that on super hot summer days when the door opens you'll see little bits of steam and condensation.- Not so much that its uncomfortable, but more that you should definitely wear a sweater. Jon freezes his ass off and ends up smuggling in like ten jumpers. Jon is absolutely amazing at catching shoplifters. I think Jmart probably has like two cameras but they're both really grainy and old so Jonny just has to do it himself. He catches some kid stealing a sandwich and before he can look her in the eyes and tell her exactly how many years she could go to prison Martin pulls up, pays for the sandwich, and.. whoops... they've adopted some scrangly girl named Melanie.. Melanie helps keep people from shoplifting by looking super threatening she's so silly. Sasha and Tim are long time friends of Martin and Jon and while their work mainly consists of sitting around and drinking the horrible coffee Jon brews(and then the tea Martin makes) they pull their weight. I imagine there's probably no official attire or uniform, but Tim and Sasha make it a point to wear matching cheesy Hawai'ian shirts. Basira comes around to eat donuts but later investigates Jon under the suspicion that he murdered some old man out in the woods. Jon has absolutely no idea who tf Leitner is. !!!CONTENT WARNING, ELIAS!! EW YUCK!!!!! Elias would probably be the town mayor, and he wants to build up more residential districts. Leitner and Gertrude ran against him for election and he kill them both and then vaguely pointed in the shop's direction like 'uh the gays did it!!' Peter Lukas is a ship captain Elias secretly has a relationship w. Nothing else needed I hate these old men. Content warning over Elias is gone I prommie

I imagine Georgie would come in and do college prep at one of the tables by the window and bring the Admiral, which would then devolve into Admiral running around the shop and being dubbed 'Avid mice catch(and releaser)' because he's bad at pest control.

Georgie and rat Melanie immediately fall in love and kiss kiss! Diversity win!! Jmart totally has different pastries at the counter like how supermarkets have candy at the checkout and ngl that shit smell delicious. Sasha is the best baker don't even lie to yourself Martin and Georgie could help but they have nothing on her. Daisy comes in one day, looks at all the queers and just demands a job. Like shes at the counter hounding Sasha for a job and Tim is just standing there like 'mhm oh wow rlly ykw YOURE HIRED!!" and before Sasha can ask about telling Martin or Jon Tim just hushes her and suddenly Daisy is on payroll and she's really good at gardening (ok that's a lie just digging) so she makes the flower beds outside look pretty

Micheal is this stupid little loser with semi long blonde hair who comes in to buy the cinnamon rolls and Micheal distortion is a fuckwad who makes fun of Jon for having acne scars and recommends a dermatologist. ok that's it bye!!

I was talking to my roommate about the Magnus Archives and accidentally came up with a kinda hilarious au idea.

So JonMartin is often shortened to Jmart which I thought kinda sounded like a shop they would own together or something.

So, hear me out, JonMartin au where they own a store called Jmart and all the avatars are just these really weird and awful customers that the store just seems to mysteriously attract. Tim and Sasha would be employees obviously lol.

[lunameimei]

Good Chloe AU?

I apologize in advance for google translate.

Like many of you, I like to develop my own ideas based on the canon story. So here's my version of the Miraculous world where Chloe gets Ladybug Miraculous and becomes a superhero - La Coccinelle.

Long post!

I find the canon Ladybug costume very boring. In addition to the colors in the suit, there is nothing from a ladybug. Whereas Cat Noir has a cat's tail, ears and eyes. Mayura has blue skin! Why is that?? I think it would be logical if, depending on the level of kwami's strength, the person's appearance also changed. Therefore, I think Ladybug and Cat Noir should change more than others. So I changed Chloe's hair color when she's a superhero. (Yes, it's a little bit, but I'm very bad at design concepts :D)

I added a raincoat to the suit so that La Coccinelle can float in the air and land softly when dropped. (Yes, it's more like a flying squirrel. But the ability to fly is still too cool an ability in my opinion. Plus, I really love when the main characters jump on roofs like a Spider-man <з). Also, the Chloe mask is just a drawing on the face, because during "flights" she uses her glasses (like real pilots??). The color of the costume is also a reference to a real ladybug, which has a black head, black abdomen and legs, white eyes, red elytra and golden wings (the inner part of the cloak). The suit also has pockets!

I also thought about making Chloe a yellow ladybug (ladybird beetle). Maybe kwami, when received by the owner, can appear with a different color? But for now I stopped at the red version, because it's more recognizable. And I didn't change Chloe's clothes too much, because it's weird to dress her in red, like a ladybug. Yes, Chloe wears yellow and looks like a bee in color, but Marinette in canon does not look like a ladybug and does not wear red with black spots?? So no.

Among other things, I like to add my own ideas, headcanons and interpret the story differently. So, for example, in this AU, during the transformation, the characters become literally huge (Giant Woman lets go).

Also a little about AU itself. Chloe has not been to France for several years and during this time she has changed a lot (psychotherapy is good). However, due to a series of accidents, misunderstandings and prejudice in the eyes of her classmates, Chloe is the same selfish and arrogant girl. Having received Miraculous, Chloe decides that it will be easier for her to hide her secret superhero life if she is the complete opposite of La Coccinelle to those around her. Therefore, the girl avoids her classmates and behaves deliberately arrogantly.

Especially fun in this AU was to represent the events of the canon series, where Chloe was the culprit for the appearance of akuma. For example, in "Reflekta", Chloe could really insist on standing next to Adrien. And when Juleka went to the toilet, Chloe moved away to take a break from her classmates and get support from Tikki. Due to the broken toilet door, Juleka also does not have time for the photo, and classmates think that it was Chloe who locked the girl on purpose. (Because due to the fact that Juleka did not come, Chloe was still put next to Adrien or something like that). Etc.

Damn she looks older here

I have more ideas for this AU (and a lot of drama ha-ha), but I'm afraid that even the text above will not be read and it will be difficult to understand due to poor English. So for now I will post one post on this AU and I will be glad to receive your feedback!

As for Chat Noir (yes, his superhero name will be that, because, you know, France?) and the rest, I love Adrien and have not thought about changing his role yet. But I would give Marinette a temporary Miraculous mouse. (Not bees!) And I would make "two teams" of temporary superheroes. Whom Adrien chose: Nino, Alya, Marinette. And who did Chloe choose: Luka, Kagami and Sabrina (with a Miraculous dog, as in canon, maybe?).

That's all for now, thank you for your attention and have a nice day!

[ruleandruinrpg]

CONGRATULATIONS, ISAAC!

You have been accepted for the role of ARSEN TARASOV. Admin Rosey: Truly, I could not be more over the moon with your portrayal of Arsen. It’s like you plucked him out of my head and brought him too life -- everything from what drew you to him to the smallest of headcanons had me saying YES, YES, YES. You showed me the perfect amount of what I expected to see, what I knew of Arsen, and those aspects of him I did not expect at all. By the time I finished your application, I knew it was the right fit. Arsen would be upset. I would be upset. The whole of Ravka would be upset if I denied them this Arsen you have brought to life. Thank you, so much for your beautiful application and welcome to R&R!  You have 24 HOURS to send in your account. Also, remember to look at the CHECKLIST. Welcome to Ravka!

OUT OF CHARACTER

ALIAS: Isaac

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: he/him.

AGE: 22

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: 7 out of 10. I’m a college student with depression – muse can come and go, school can sap that life out of me. That said, I do my best to get online when every day and read through replies/communicate with other players, especially since school is over for the summer. There are times when I’m replying every day and times when it’s not so frequent but, for the most part, I’m good at getting my replies every 2-3 days.

TRIGGERS: OMITTED

CURRENT/PAST ACCOUNTS: @il-scarvves / @lxllian / @thxnecromancer, @bxgbadwxlf, @greybvck, @rjlcpin

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER: Arsen Timofei Tarasov

ARSEN: if you changed one letter, what would you get? You’d get a raging fire; a fire that burned, that destroyed, cruel as death and all too intentional. Arson. The comparison was there, was made, and even it’s blue eyed subject couldn’t deny it. But arson is crude; arson is the action of a human seeking entertainment. Arsen is purposeful and he is anything but human. If Arsen wants to destroy for fun, he has a million ways to do it besides his flame.

TIMOFEI: what a joke. Timofei – one who honors God. Arsen is a devil with horns and the smile of a sankt. God? Angel? No. Never. Violence courses though him; Gods can be capricious, even cruel, but they don’t take kindly to boys with pride and boys with pride don’t take kindly to being told to submit. His parents tried, tried to give him a name that might humble Arsen. They failed.

TARASOV: not noble, not rich – when he was born, he was swaddled in rough cloth that grated his soft skin. If the name Tarasov means anything to anyone it’s because of Arsen, because of the boy that burns brighter than the sun and who has stars for eyes.

WHAT DREW YOU TO THIS CHARACTER? How could I not be drawn like a moth to a flame? Arsen, as a character, burns with boldness and glimmers with beauty. Characters like his, who disdain all but few, who put himself above all if he could, who take delight in creating chaos – they’re just so much fun (and so, so irresistible).

As a character, those were things that drew me to Arsen – that vanity, beauty, and arrogance but also his love for his brothers and his fire. As a person, I was drawn to the fact that he identifies as a demiboy. I’m genderfluid, typically using male pronouns and presenting as masculine though not always. The fact this character that I fell in love with is also NB like me and uses fluid pronouns like me really meant a lot. He’s bisexual too but not specifically the guy who sleeps with everything that breathes; none of his connections are sexual in nature and while he’s described as a ‘creature of passion and indulgence’, it doesn’t necessarily mean ‘guy who slept with everyone’ – I was able to interpret a bisexual character who was sex-positive but not sex-obsessed and that’s really important too.

WHAT FUTURE PLOT IDEAS DID YOU HAVE IN MIND?

A CHILD’S GAME: when Arsen was young, he had a game he liked to play with his siblings. It wasn’t a game they were privy to, just unwitting pawns for him to manipulate. He turned one against another and delighted in the fallout, swooping in at the last second with a charming grin and comforting words. I don’t that think that changed when he was brought to Os Alta; just because they fanned his flames, gave him more outlets for his cruelty, doesn’t mean old habits died, especially ones he delighted in so. I’d like to see Arsen continue to play his games, to manipulate others, turn one against another with a sly look and a whispered ‘did you hear…?’ I’d like to explore the outcomes of past games; people who’ve caught on to his tactics, people who have fallen victim to them, and, most of all, the unwitting pawns for all his future plays. Maybe, even, someone to play these games with – a chess-master against another chess-master.

A MAN’S HEART: Arsen loves few and trusts fewer. There is Valerian, who he’d die for, and Shona and Luka who brighten up his days but, beyond that, there’s not much. But there could be and then there could be heartbreak and I want to see that disaster. I want to see him love someone in the way he does (romantically or otherwise) – that way that consumes him, makes him need them like air, makes him red-hot with jealousy – and then see it all fall apart. See his anger, his hurt, see it crumble his well-controlled flame, manicured facade, and stone walls. I want to see him break, I want to see him become ashes, and I want to see what rises from those ashes; he’s a star and I want to see what happens when the star dies – does he fade into a black dwarf, does he become a new neutron star, or does he become a black hole?

A DEVIL’S HALO: when dealing with a character with so much pride, you can’t help but think of the ultimate embodiment of pride – that, and what happened to him. What happens when his pride becomes to much? When one too many compliments sends the whole pile toppling? Does he resemble another star with too much pride or does something else happen? Wound his pride, is what I’m saying. Make him fail, make him realize he isn’t a heavenly being, and make him deal with that.

WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO HAVE YOUR CHARACTER DIE? No, I don’t think so. I think everything short of death – every fall from grace, every punishment, every torture – I’d be okay with but I’d rather play Arsen through his falls and hardships. I’m attached already tbh.

IN DEPTH

IN CHARACTER PARA SAMPLE(S):

She was a small slip of a girl with mouse brown hair and ruddy cheeks that starkly contrasted her snow-pale skin. It was an earthen look, one that was a dime a dozen around the Little Palace, and not something Arsen Tarasov cared for. In another universe, they wouldn’t have looked twice at her; they wouldn’t have looked twice at her here (they weren’t exactly fond of all the young Grisha in training – they were grating and messy) but she was everywhere they went. Lurking around corners, standing a hall-length away… It was getting unnerving.

Unnerving but not unsurprising.

It wasn’t the first time they’d attracted an admirer; shining as brilliantly as a star, as inviting as a flame, how could Arsen not attract a few hanger-ons? That didn’t mean they were welcome, especially not when they were stalking Arsen through the Little Palace, being everywhere they turned.

Valerian was the first to notice it, actually. They stood beside their friend, their brother by everything but blood, chatting and catching up in the gardens. Valerian had glanced over their shoulder and Arsen had rolled his eyes. How could anyone take their attention off of them? Especially when they were talking. The blond frowned and playfully shoved their friend’s shoulder.

“My eyes are here, love.” Their expression was twisted with one of those dramatic, faux-pouts. Arsen wasn’t upset, just mildly annoyed.

“And what beautiful eyes they are,” crooned Valerian in response, lips curled in a crooked grin. “I think someone else noticed too.” He jerked his head towards the opposite side of the gardens. Arsen huffed and glanced over, eyes scanning the scene until they noticed the girl half-hidden behind a column.

They noticed her freckles, like dirt, and her red cheeks that made her look like she’d just been exercising. That was all they cared to notice though.

“What about her?”

It was Valerian’s turn to roll his eyes which he did and then, to top it off, he shook his head. “Just thought you’d like to know that you’ve got a little stalker.”

“I didn’t.” If Arsen sounded annoyed it was because they were annoyed. They’d been talking, after all, about the other day when they’d embarrassed Rita. It was a much more important topic than that little girl lurking in the shadows.

…Said every petulant five year old ever.

And, like the parent of every petulant five year old, Valerian relented and let the subject return to what it had been. Not that Arsen was a five year old but they could be petulant at times, especially around someone they trusted like Valerian; this, of course, was not something the golden-haired Adonis would ever admit.

From there on, Arsen noticed her more and more in the places they went. The people they talked to did too – at least Shona and Luka did though because they’d actually noticed her or because Valerian had told them, Arsen couldn’t be sure. She was there nonethless, behind every turn, staring at them with wide, dark eyes. The only times she wasn’t there was when, they presumed, she was in her classes.

They learned her name from one of the others in the Little Palace: Nadzeija, Durast. She was young and Arsen wanted nothing to do with her. Despite the disdainful looks they gave her, that annoyed curl of their expression anytime she appeared in their line of sight, she didn’t give up. They applauded her tenacity even it annoyed them beyond reproach. They knew they were irresistible but couldn’t she get a hint? The fire is pretty but, unless you’re something special, you don’t play with it.

The straw the broke the camel’s back occurred on a snowy day. Arsen disliked snow. It put them in a sour mood from the moment they woke up and peered out the window. Seeing the white dusting on the roofs, the flakes fluttering through the air… Arsen glowered at the world outside like it had insulted their mother – or themself rather, they didn’t care much if someone insulted their mother.

Breakfast had been bland and the blond had felt a headache coming on as they sat at the long table, listening to all the chatter that surrounded them. Valerian was out that morning and that was just a cherry on top. As they were leaving breakfast, they ran headfirst into the mousy girl.

It was the closest they’d ever gotten. She wasn’t much different up close: freckles, red cheeks, pale skin, limp dark hair, and big dark eyes. The most notable thing was how short she was. They easily had a foot on Nadzeija, maybe more. She looked nervous too, standing beneath his icy gaze.

“Uh… I’m sorry for, uh…” she stuttered, looking down at her feet which scraped against the stone floor. Arsen rolled their eyes.

“For what? Running into me or stalking me?”

Someone snickered as they passed them by.

If it was possible, Nadzeija’s cheeks got redder; she certainly got quieter.

Had she really not noticed that they’d noticed her? Did she think she’d snuck up on them? Been able to steal glances and out-clever the fiery fox? If she had, she was more foolish than they’d originally thought.

Arsen could’ve left her alone in that moment; she was already shamed, already likely to go straight back to her room, bury her head in her pillow, and not be seen for another week. She was looking at the ground like she wanted it to swallow her whole. They could’ve let her go. They didn’t. Mercy might have been a word in their vocabulary but it was only one they brought out at the right time; other times, they were as cruel and wounding as a blaze. This time was the latter.

“It’s disturbing, you know. Looking over my shoulder and always know that there’ll be someone there, watching me. I can barely piss in peace. Look across the dining hall, you’re staring at me. Turn the corner, you’re there. Glance around, find you. It’s creepy, not cute.” With every word, the girl sunk into herself more, like a flower wilting. Arsen didn’t care. “Your dedication might be endearing if it weren’t some wildly misapplied; now you’re just a stalker. What’s the next step? Going to steal my underwear? Kidnap me? I bet if I looked in you’re journal, there’d be little doodles of me and little hearts with Mrs. Tarasov in them. What do you have to say for yourself, hn? What defense can your little brain come up with? A crush? Dear, that’s obsession. Well, I’m all ears.”

A silent beat passed, then another. Her head was still bowed, her bangs obscuring her expression. Her fingers were clutched into fists at her side though; no doubt, her heart was pounding in her chest. Arsen waited though, grinning like the cat that caught the canary – it was a cold and cruel expression, one that could cut through steel resolve. Not that she seemed the type to be so hardened; she looked like glass about to shatter.

Another beat passed and then she turned; her heals squeak on the floor and she began to walk away. They watched her go but she didn’t turn back around, didn’t even lift her head. She nearly bumped into someone again as she walked away – that someone had been Valerian. He watched her go then turned back to Arsen.

“What did you do?” he asked apprehensively, looking his brother up and down.

“We just talked.”

“You made her cry.”

Arsen shrugged their shoulders. “She deserved it.”

“I think our definitions of deserve might be a little different.” That was the last Valerian said on the subject though; there were better things to do than argue.

Next time Arsen looked over his shoulder, the girl wasn’t there.

CHARACTER HEADCANONS:

RED ROUGE: I can see Arsen being someone who likes to wear make-up – a red lip tint, something to darken and line his eyes, etc. While he’s already gorgeous without the make-up, of course (an angel loses their wings every time he admires himself I sweat. to. God.), he thinks it makes him prettier.

HEART-BEATING FAST: I mentioned that I see his love as something that is all-consuming, like an inferno. Allow me to explain: Arsen doesn’t love often but, when he does, it’s a sort of love that he’d die for. He put himself in harm’s way, in front of a dagger or another Grisha’s magic, if it meant saving those he loves. For someone so arrogant, so full of himself and in love with living, that’s something. It’s a dangerous something too, prone to anger and jealousy, ready to kill and even give up everything if necessary – again, he’d die for Valerian and death scares him most of all.

HONOR THEY MOTHER AND FATHER: since being sent to Os Alta to train, Arsen has had limited contact with his parents over the years, less so when they realized he wasn’t turning out how they’d hope. It’s no love lost, really; Arsen’s parents wanted something human and he was not. If Arsen gets or sends a letter from/to his parents, it’s a rare thing indeed. They’ve got plenty of other brats to serve their parental instincts. How many was it now? Five? Six? Arsen can’t be bothered to recall.

THE MONSTER UNDER THE BED: Arsen’s fears are spiders or heights, not thunderstorms or lightning strikes – the latter of those he actually likes, he’s neutral on heights, and while he’s not exactly fond of bugs, he’s not going to run screaming away from them either. So then what does he fear most? Death. It’s a terrifying concept to him, more so than being shamed or falling from grace – death is irreversible. The shroud cannot be returned from. He fears the deaths of those he loves too but less so than himself (except for, maybe, Valerian).

A SONG OF ANGELS: Arsen if very good at getting what they want. Why? Because they’re very good at saying the right thing. When they want something from someone, they can say all the right words, all the right praises, talk, and chit-chat. They’re good at gauging what someone wants. Of course, they’re better at it with people they know but they’re still fine at making those judgements in other situations. Anyone who ever goes shopping with them will find that Arsen never pays full price for something.

SEX AND GENDER: Arsen is bisexual. He likes men, he likes women, he likes everyone. It’s not that he’ll have sex with everyone but if he’s interested in someone then how they identify isn’t a factor. While he’s certainly prone to his sins, lust among them, he’s note quite the playboy some people peg him for. He’s not ashamed but he’s also discerning, if you get what I mean? Romantically, he’s bi as well but also demi-romantic probably since I don’t see him having romantic feelings more as an off-shoot of his platonic feelings rather than it’s own separate thing. He also identifies as demiboy and use he/him and they/them pronouns depending on how he feels at the time.

EXTRAS:

I made a mockblog!

I also have edits in this tag and incorrect quotes in this tag.

And here are some personality statistics:

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic evil or neutral. I had a hard to time deciding on this; while Arsen enjoys the whole ‘beauty in chaos’ thing and one of his favorite past-times is turning people against each other, he does good things if it serves him.

MBTI: ESTP

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Scorpio (Nov. 2nd)

ENNEAGRAM: type three – the achiever

ANYTHING ELSE? OMITTED.