#i think it would make more sense for inhumans to not be humanlike

[agentoffangirling]

Ngl I don't like the way AoS turned Inhumans into "pretty people with powers"

Like don't get me wrong, there are several Inhumans in the show who suffer from physical drawbacks as well, namely Gordon, Raina, and Andrew. And sure, Daisy risks harming herself with her powers when she's not wearing her gauntlets, but that wasn't brought up past s4. I'm mostly talking about non-human attributes, things that are outwardly Inhuman

I understand that for several characters, such as Flint, Vijay, Robin, and Ben, their powers are supposed to remain a bit more hidden. To make it seem more of a surprise when they unleash their powers. And I also get that makeup application for literal "inhuman" features can take a while and be expensive

But it still annoys me! There are ways to do that without it feeling like too much. What if an Inhuman had talons, or oddly-colored eyes? Or who couldn't breathe oxygen? Those wouldn't be too hard to replicate. Even "Inhumans", which was originally supposed to be a movie and had a fairly good budget, fell into the trap of "pretty people with powers". There were a few instances where their powers could be considered a negative, like with Black Bolt, but like I said, a few

Give me Inhumans who don't look like humans. Who avoid using their powers at any time. Who hide away bc they can't be risked being seen in public. Please, I want Inhumans to BE Inhuman

[miss-midnightt]

Exactly!!! Personally I just think it's so refreshing to see a very realistic oc who actually acts and behaves like an actual human would! Like, over the top ocs are great as well! But it's also so refreshing to have or see an oc that's more... Human? It also feels a little strange to actually project my actual mental health issues on Artemis, considering that most of my ocs who have mental health issues is usually over the top, so the fact that I was able to make an oc that had mental health issues and actually behaved like someone might with those kinds of mentality issues, is really refreshing to know that I have the ability to do so!

This is how I compare my character Lock to Artemis:

Lock: Made in Unity.

Artemis: Made with Unreal Engine 4.

Mainly because there's such vast differences in their characters and how they each deal with things, Lock is more as I would put it, inhuman, while Artemis is more human, if that makes sense?

YES! all of this, very yes! You were able to create two characters that both struggle, but one copes humanlikely (oh my god my articulation was IMPECCABLE) and the other is more inhuman and stuff, which is super fucking admirable! 10/10 character you have right there

[lightdancer1]

One of my chief elements in my various Sandman stories is directly paralleling Death and Destruction, which is after all a factor in canon:

Destruction has a villa that appears to be set on Earth. In my stories I set it up in Aquitaine for a variety of reasons, and in a deliberately archaic style, which in turn is specifically that and designed in the style of a very old-school Roman Empire-vintage villa (where Death's apartment fits into a 20th Century apartment and would fit into a 21st Century one, for that matter). This is one parallel that's shown in different ways and canon and expanded on in my stories.

Death and Destruction are the most human of the Endless (as Destruction's speech balloons and philosophies show he's much easier to talk to for a long period of time than Death but ultimately far more alien and in the end, arrogant). They also are the Endless who in many ways are the most detached and removed from the family, and both of them in the end chose to leave it at different times and to seek for things beyond their functions.

Death, in the end, too, will outlive the universe and will no longer be Death of the Endless when she takes Destiny and leaves the universe.

Destruction's ability to truly talk to and connect to mortals is a natural part of both his charisma and his having the concept of change, while Death is by far the most humanlike of the Endless, with to a point the most free will due to being bound by no rules.....and aware that 'humanlike' is not 'human' and very badly wanting things that Destruction does without being aware of why it makes his sister so furious that another can do what she wants to do.

Where Destruction knows he's not human, his issues for quitting are on a completely different parameter and wavelength to Death, and he's ultimately both one of the wisest and most rational of the Endless and an utterly selfish dick with a soft spot for Delirium and his absence is part of the chasm in the Endless family in the canon setting.

Making Destruction more comprehensible to mortals than the rest of the Endless but fundamentally inhuman where Death is humanlike to a point of essentially being a superpowered human, to a point, until she isn't and then it's a very hard stop going all the way to Nyarlathotep levels of affably human until that stops and then starts again.

Destruction is by no means a bad guy, or an antagonist, he's just shown to be inhuman and non-human where Death, from the POV of a human (or any other mortal species) thinks and acts like them....except that she's a billions of years old eldritch entity that only looks like them and actually isn't them.

And that dichotomy more than any others is meant to shape some of the ironies in a very Sandman-like fashion. The Endless most like sapient life wants badly to stop being like it and to actually be it because being like it reminds her of everything she can't have. The Endless in charge of change is the most mentally flexible of the Endless in certain ways and the one accordingly able to grapple best with communication across time as communication always changes, but by his own nature this is a minor factor and he just doesn't get why it'd matter to anyone.

Being the best with change is also why Destruction and Delirium are as close as they are, as she is the most changed and changeable Endless, where Death grows and evolves in a more mortal-like fashion of slow change that can be one step forward, two steps back.

Ultimately the POV shifts and the way these stories work is that they're the same cosmology as Gaiman's...from the perspective of a different Endless. Death being very human in the ways none of her siblings are is the precise point, she is that way, and they are eldritch beings that operate on fundamentally non-human senses of immortality and mystical and personal power.

It also allows Death to have major flaws, including hypocrisy and favoritism, and to showcase the 'neither blessed nor merciful, just me' factor in action. She is the protagonist and to a point the hero of my stories, but she is also very far from perfect or a reliable guide, and she does have some of her siblings she's a straight up dick to and ends up getting, ultimately, some hard lessons in that.

[utopians]

i've seen an explanation of the uncanny valley that essentially boils down to "it's not a fear of dead bodies and disease and it's not from when we shared the earth with other human species, it's a fear of rabies and a living body that will very much fuck you up from back when we were monkeys which explains it's ingrainedness", do you reckon that has any feasibility?

this is going to be so long I am so so sorry

(for people who didn’t see the preamble 2 this post, here’s my original response to the ‘early hominids’ theory, and here’s why I don’t think the popular ‘corpses’ theory is right.)

for anyone who hasn’t seen it, the post that this ask is referencing can be found here. kudos to the poster for putting a bunch of effort in to debunk the bullshit ‘other early hominids’ theory but ultimately I don’t think the rabies theory holds water like... whatsoever. 

there’s a lot to go into here, including the very idea of an ‘innate fear’ -- I find this concept to be unreliable, and I’m not willing to base a theory on the idea that some sort of ‘ancestral memory’ can cause someone to be born with an innate fear of behavior they’ve never encountered, as I find that idea... dubious, to say the least.

that’s not to say that infants Definitely Don’t have innate survival instincts; the gibson and walk visual cliff study demonstrated that even infants have an aversion to heights, and know not to walk over ledges

however, I would argue that this doesn’t represent an innate fear in the same way that the rabies theory would; here, the stimulus (a simulated cliff) is a far more simple and, for lack of a better term, obvious danger than a particular set of behaviors that a human could display. 

tl;dr all that; I don’t want to dismiss offhand the idea that a human could have an innate aversion to something, but the idea that they could have an innate aversion to something so obscure and and specific as an uncommon set of human behaviors that do not always indicate a direct threat seems... far-fetched, to say the least. 

however, none of this actually matters in disproving the rabies theory. because the biggest, most compelling, and most obvious piece of evidence to the contrary here is that the symptoms of rabies do not match the characteristics of the uncanny valley.

how do we define the uncanny valley? well, going straight from the wikipedia definition, it’s ‘a hypothesized relationship between the degree of an object's resemblance to a human being and the emotional response to such an object’. that is to say, the uncanny valley is defined by the object of our revulsion looking inhuman. the term was coined specifically in relation to robotics.

so how on earth do the symptoms of rabies match this, even a little?

it’s true that the symptoms of rabies are frightening. victims of the disease can suffer from convulsions, aggression, confusion, insomnia, and hydrophobia. to an outsider, this can be a confusing and scary thing to witness, and historical cases of ‘demonic possession’ have been attributed to rabies.

but in no way does it make the sufferer appear ‘inhuman’, or give them any characteristics that we would define as the ‘uncanny valley’. where are the commonalities between an eerily humanlike robot and a feverish person who’s thrashing around and screaming? how would an inherent fear of someone who’s acting frightened of water and stumbling around uncoordinated correlate to a fear of a human-looking mannequin?

why would fear of the symptoms of rabies -- aggressive and confused behavior, delirium, insomnia -- lead to a fear of a robot with a human face, or with a cgi person with unsettling facial movements?

tl;dr that part. rabies isn’t some horror movie disease that turns you into an inhuman-looking, eerie zombie; it makes you confused, frightened, and in a lot of pain. there are pretty much no commonalities between the visible symptoms of rabies and the characteristics of things found in the uncanny valley.

if you want to say ‘we have an inherent fear of rabies behavior’, then I’d still question it, but it’s a whole lot more plausible. just don’t attribute the uncanny valley to it -- even if we assumed that ‘innate fear’ of it was real, it makes no sense. 

[shoechoe]

i feel like posting, so here are some diavolo headcanons of mine

-diavolo HATES children and teenagers. like, a lot. doppio is the singular exception to this rule.

-he is also scared of children

-when it comes to practicing hygiene, eating and sleeping, etc. diavolo lets doppio do all of that and doesn’t bother with it himself

-since diavolo and dio are parallels to each other and dio is canonically bi, i think it would make sense that diavolo, by extension, would also be bisexual. since dio sees sex and romance as just a fun thing to do on the side, diavolo would probably see his attraction as something to repress and hide away because he sees it as a danger to himself. also, i’ve seen jojo fans be like “diavolo is gay lol” and then “no diavolo has to be straight!! remember how he had a girlfriend once?” which irritates me because... bisexual, pansexual, etc. people exist, lol. having sex with a girl once does not a straight man make.

-Doppio and Diavolo have DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder), which is caused by severe and repeated trauma at an early age. We also know that they grew up in a very religious background, since they were raised by a priest. One of Diavolo’s main motivations is to erase any and all traces of his past, and talks a lot about how much he hates his past and younger self, so i think it is suggested that he has past trauma, though we don’t get to find out what it is. My headcanon is that he has religious trauma in particular, stemming from abusive/violent practices his priest and church did, and as a result dislikes religion in general. (although he kept the “devil” aesthetic as a way of freeing himself of the strict attitude that his priest had in regards to “sin” and heaven)

-Also, I always thought it was weird that diavolo’s name is literally “devil” in his home language, and was never given an actual surname. then, i realized that in the manga, there’s two chapters called “My Name is Doppio” and then “They Called Him Diavolo”. since diavolo and doppio grew up in a religious background, this makes me think that diavolo was named “Devil” by the people in his hometown. i also like to think that he went with the name because he liked it and saw it as a way of saying “fuck you” to the people who gave him his trauma, especially his adopted dad in particular, who is a priest.

-since there’s a lot of debate surrounding the little we see of diavolo’s past and if he’s even really human or not, i’ll share my personal fan theory. i think that diavolo is actually half demon, but has much more human traits aside from a couple things (he’s evil as fuck + the weird green eyes that are unique to any other character in jojo). i thought that would make sense, since

1. we can assume his mom is a human, but his dad ‘died’ two years before he was born, which is strange and... not possible in real life lmao. so, it would make sense that the weird shit is related to his father. i think it’s possible that his dad is a demon and his mom is a human.

2. giorno is technically half vampire due to DIO being his father, but we don’t see him express any vampire or inhuman traits except for when his black hair magically turned yellow. so, diavolo being a hybrid between a demon and a human, but really expressing more human traits sort of fits as a similarity between him and giorno.

The only other options i can think of is him just being a really weird human or a very humanlike demon, so... I thought it made the most sense.

[worldbuildguild]

Hi mods! I have an inhuman character that tries to disguise herself as a human, but still has some inhuman features that stand out. I tried to focus mainly on her cheekbones and eyes, since I wanted her to look sharp and predatory while still humanlike, but I dont think it registers as such. How can I make her look less human and more animallike without going too far?

This is a really cool design!  I’m going to try to stay inside the boundaries of it the best i can. Making characters look animalistic without going full furry/anthro is a bit of a balance-walk. And as you may already know, it takes a bit of going back and forth between design-choices to find out exactly what works and what doesn’t. Sometimes, it’s the most subtle, unexpected things that makes the difference. I’ll give it my shot at a more animalistic look, but to which extent it reads as animalistic to other people all depends on their own point of reference for the “inhuman”. 

I have based the changes on some rather “classic” traits that i’ve seen and used myself in character design when it comes to giving people more animalistic features. First and foremost, i’ve lifted the iris + pupil up higher (or lowered the upper eyelid depending on how you want to call it ). Which obscures a whole lot of the iris to a point where really getting a read of what the character is thinking can be difficult. The eyes are the windows to the soul, and by obscuring them - or otherwise making them feel like they’re not wholly present, you can make your characters appear like they are more threatening ( as this look of “disinterest” or “removedness” compromises our ability to read their emotions quickly ). 

I’ve also gone for a more rounded look for the eyelids, taking some inspiration from the look of a tiger’s (or i guess more commonly a cat’s ) eye. 

I’ve gone ahead and broadened the character’s mouth as well. One easy trick to getting your character to look threatening, is by giving them a mouth that looks like it could swallow you whole, or at least take a sizeable bite out of you. 

https://www.fanglawfirm.com/practice-areas/denver-dog-bite-attorney/

This, allegedly, has roots in our primal survival instinct, from way back when predators were a prominent part our collective cultural fear. Plus, with a bit of added teeth, you can prompt your audience to imagine just how a big, toothy grin would look on your character. 

I already really like what you did with the hair so i’m basically just doing it again, though with a little more of a simple overall shape to it. The top basically looks like a mane of hair, while the lower portion of hair almost appears like a layer of fur craddling around the shoulders. If you want - i’d recommend you play around more with how the character’s long hair can be used to imitate predators, in order to invoke a sense of familiar danger in your audience. 

- Mod Wackart ( ko-fi )

[palace-of-wonder]

New Little Mini-Fic! Got a bit bold this time, haha.

Got some inspiration from @yandereaffections. Love your blog!

This is a yandere gender neutral reader x oc, cause I rarely see any yandere self inserts x s/o. Warnings: Sedating, non-descriptive mention of gutting, kidnapping. 

With a shaky exhale, you look around the woods, picnic basket in hand. WIth every step you take, you feel as though your heart slams harder into your ribcage as you search for the one reason why you’re out here instead of staying inside when it’s raining. Sure, it’s not raining that hard now, but soon the sky will be pouring.

Of course, that’s the plan. Because when it rains, that’s when she is out.

You can remember her clearly, seeing her on a rainy day like this. And now you’re well prepared for her now.

After trekking about in the woods, the pattering of drops gradually increasing their intensity, you soon see a figure in the clearing, sitting a few feet from the lake. For a moment, you simply stand behind the trees, transfixed by the creature in front of you.

Her dreadlocks crown her head as she looks up at the sky, the orange mock in peeking from them as they reach out for the droplets. Of course, the more you look the more she appears inhuman, with her antlers curve from her forehead, then curve into themselves slightly, almost like a buck’s. This is also paired with both her drooping ears where more humanlike ones should be, and as her where her knees should be, legs fit for a fallow deer meet almost just below your knees. She truly is a sight to see, and for a moment, you almost lose your nerve. 

No. You refuse to stop, not after this work. With an exhale, you step out into the clearing, acting just as surprised as she did when she looks over, her ears slightly pricking up in surprise.

“Oh! Uh, hello,” she stammers, her lips quirked in a rather forced, nervous smile. She seems to stand up, and for a moment your heart drops.

“Um, sorry for intruding on you, I wasn’t aware of there being anyone else here. I was just about to have a picnic, but it started to rain,” you say, lifting the basket slightly to draw her attention to it. She tilts her head slightly, intrigued. “Oh, would you like something from here?”

“Uh, are you sure?” she asks, though her eyes still trained on the basket. Got her.

You smile a bit, nodding. “It’s fine. I don’t mind sharing some food. And, maybe some company in this rain would be fun.” You walk over, sitting beside her. She smiles again, though it’s less forced, but still a bit skittish. You place the basket between you two, smiling at her reassuringly. “So, I have sandwiches, fruits, mini bags of chips, honey, and pudding. Also some lemonade and water. ”

She looks back up at the sky as she thinks, droplets dripping down her nose and cheeks. “Mmm, I’d like a fruit with honey. Banana, maybe?” She asks hesitantly, looking back at you. You nod, reaching into the basket. “Lucky for you, I have a bowl with banana slices. I was actually expecting a friend, but they bailed on me. Lucky me, huh.”

She lets out a titter, relaxing slightly. “Certainly. Being stood up while caught in the rain? Fortune seems to be your strong suit.”

You smile again, your heart pounding a bit harder than usual hearing her giggle. You hand her the tupperware holding sliced bananas along with the honey jar, the honey dipper included. As you grab a cup of pudding, grabbing some plasticware, you watch her from the corner of your eye.

She opens both the tupperware and the jar, placing the container of banana slices on her lap. She slips a couple of the fruit in her mouth as she dips the honeycomb-shaped end of the dipper stick into the sweet viscous liquid. Drizzling the golden treat onto the slices, she smiles to herself as she tastes them. You use your spoon to hide your smile, once again thanking the research you gathered. You noticed she had a thing for sweets whenever she would lap up the sweetness of the honeysuckles from bushes or the occasional dessert she swiped from unsuspecting picnic goers.

“Thanks again, these are actually good. I’m Karth by the way,” she says, a bit of honey on her lower lip. You resist the urge to wipe it off as the pink tip of her tongue swipes the liquid bead into her mouth. Now you ignore the urge to chase it with your own.

“Uh...you have any more?” Karth asks sheepishly, rubbing her neck. You pretend that you were minding your business earlier, looking down and seeing that she was completely done with the banana slices. “Ah, I have a peanut butter sandwich if that’s alright with you.” A nod signifies her approval as you exchange the empty container with a sandwich. You then grab a sandwich of your own, this one being a ham and cheese. The two of you eat, looking up at the cloudy sky as the raindrops make small ripples in the lake. It’s quite peaceful, honestly, the world more somber, but with a sense of serenity. You inhale and sigh softly, smelling the rain on the grass and trees.

You look over at Karth again, and she looks pretty drowsy. Of course, she seems to not want to mention it and toughen it out, though it’s obvious since her eyes are pretty droopy and she seems to want to just conk out against the tree. “Uhm, you alright?”

“Mhm,” she hums, scooting herself into the clearing more so the cool droplets could wake her up a bit.

“I could keep watch, y’know. I don’t really have any reception, and I have a blanket I was going to use before the rain,” you offer, pulling it out. “It’s not that thick, but it’s probably large enough for you to wrap around in terms of layers.”

She thinks about it for a few minutes before she agrees, allowing you to wrap the blanket around her. As you sit down, you notice a slight weight leaning on you and resting on your shoulder. As you look down, you see Karth resting her head on you. You chew your lip slightly, cursing mentally as you feel your heart speed up ten times over. You continue to look forward, before you are sure that she is truly asleep, before you carefully scoop her up in a bridal style, ensuring that she’s secure in your arms. After a few minutes, you reach your car. You prop her up carefully against a car to unlock and open the back door. You’re not worried of her waking up, since with the sleeping pills that were crushed and mixed in the honey, she won’t be waking up for a bit.

Gingerly placing her into the backseat, you close her in, then hop in the driver’s seat, heading into your town 45 minutes from the woods. Every now and then, you glance at the rearview mirror, looking at her sleeping form. You can’t stop the smile twitching at your lips. It’s pretty much done now. You have her.

Pulling up to your house, park the car. Turning it off, you exit the vehicle and carefully carry your little doe to your home. Opening the door, you transport her  to the spare room that you made her own, laying Karth on the bed. You remove the damp blanket off of her and grab a towel, drying her off slowly. You then pull the cover over her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Your heart skips a beat as she smiles slightly in her sleep. You use zip ties to tie her hands and legs together, using multiple so in case she rips one off, she’d be too exhausted to open the others. 

You then lock the door, closing it and stretching. As you head to your room, you hear thunder from outside. Huh, looks like you got in at the nick of time. You get into your bed, falling asleep as the thunder rolls and the rain pours.

--

When you wake up, you’re met with… a sight.

There she is, Karth. She’s asleep, that’s for sure. 

But she’s in your room. In your bed. With a couple of stretched out zip ties hanging from her arm.

….Well, this is something. You sit up and stumble out of bed, noticing just how disoriented you are. Like, more than average. You head into the bathroom, turning the light on to see your disheveled face. Looking around the counter, you notice your sleeping gummies are closed rather haphazardly. You open them and see that it wasn’t a lot that were missing, probably two or three. You head back into your room and grab your phone, checking the time to see it’s almost 12 pm. Well, that puts one thing in rest, but how did she escape the room?

You step out into the hallway and dash to “her”room, where you see the door with a rather nasty hole in it, splinters decorating the floor. You should’ve been able to hear that last night...except for the fact that it was thundering loudly. Perfect. Stepping inside the room, you see that there were gashes on the wall, and a couple of hoof marks on the doorway and floor. So she kicked her way out. Smart.

Well, if she escaped the room, why is she still here? And why in your room? Entering, you notice Karth waking up, rubbing her eyes. She sits up and sees you, smiling sleepily. “Hey, I guess you’re surprised, huh?”

You slowly nod, not really thinking. “How...how did you resist the sedatives?”

“I was pretty much in and out of it. Really gouged up the walls and all that,” Karth replies, leaning back against the bed. Still very calm considering she just escaped the room her captor had prepped for her.

“Why are you...here then?” you ask, though your mind screams for you to shut up and enjoy this.

“Well, I figured that since you’re oh, so infatuated with me, to the point of kidnapping me without even knowing if I’m secretly hostile and I actually lure humans in in order to gut them senseless,” she trails off, a rather wicked glint in her eyes, “I decided to stay, since I’ve never seen a human who had saw me and didn’t decide to run off or try to shoot me down.”

You smile rather deliriously, nodding. “Oh, I’m glad. Thank you.”

Her smile drops a bit. “However, we must have a deal.” She straightens up, looking you in the eye. “You will have to actually get me to like you. Y’know, romance me, court me, if you will. And if you fail, I will have to dispose of you.”

“What?!” You protest, stepping forward. “But doesn’t that seem a bit unfair? After all, it’s not my intention to hurt you, far from it.” Well, unless she were to push your limits. But that was before you realized you weren’t in control.

“But do you not think that it was unfair of you to trick me into being sedated and kidnapped?” She counters, tilting her head. You look away, knowing the answer. “But if I’m being nice, I suppose you won’t have a set deadline. I will tell you when your time is up.”

You nod, though it still feels grim. That means it can be a month, year, or even tomorrow if she was feeling rather vicious. And you can’t say you blame her.

To woo the predator in prey’s clothing, for an unknown amount of time against you. What fun.

[foxymuses]

on the topic of rk900 && his ‘deviancy’

the way that i write rk900 to be is very specific, and it includes a lot, which i will? try to explain? as best i can? please feel free to ask clarifying questions though like i have so much to say about this and im sure i’ll miss something. anyway imma shove this under a cut because i KNOW im about to just fucking go.

so i wanna make it very clear from the get go that 900 is not deviant in the typical fashion. he does not believe that he is a free being with actual emotions and rights to live. there is never a moment where he stops and goes ‘oh shit’ and breaks through that red tape. he never has an ‘i may be deviant’ breakdown. he is not deviant.

however, he is not not-deviant. 

what i mean by this is kind of complicated. let me start with some background into my personal interpretation of the rk900 series in general. they are a series designed for warfare -- the majority of them have been shipped overseas with soldiers to act as a variety of things: weapons, infiltration, an inhuman line of defense to protect the human soldiers --- like. they were specifically designed to be killers, to be dangerous, to be pretty damn hard to stop. they are essentially top of the line terminators -- are they entirely legal? ehhhhhh. but they let the government get away with things that might either kill their human soldiers or are of questionable ethic that they can just.... decommission the android afterwards. that’s their main function, the main reason they exist. 

this is crucial, and i will explain more on it in a moment, but for the rest of this meta i’m going to be using rk900 to talk of the general model series, and 900 to speak specifically to mine (and, in a lesser way, the fandom one in general, though this should go without saying i don’t intend to infringe upon other personal headcanons of rk900 writers)

connor was the rk ‘law enforcement’ prototype, but he also functioned mainly as a playing piece in an android revolution that, let’s face it, cyberlife saw coming a mile away. cyberlife wanted a say. they wanted to have a semblance of control over how to twist the uprising in a way that benefit them. given 900 comes about in a world where the revolution was quelled, cyberlife basically achieved their goal (i’ll touch upon my meta of my machine connor and this in another post). 

the reason this is important is because 900 was implanted with the majority of observations and experiences that connor had. things he learned about humanity, how to mimic it, how to manipulate it, how to use it. things like the events of the revolution in the order they happened, what it was like to be a detective with the dpd, literally like. all the things that connor went through or observed or scanned or downloaded or learned -- these were uploaded into 900.

now, his memories weren’t necessarily input into 900 -- that is, 900 doesn’t have any first hand accounts of most things (from petting sumo all the way to connor ending the revolution). so even if he has an understanding of what being on a case is like, he doesn’t have connor’s exact memories of doing it. it’s more like all of these things have been converted into data for him to retrieve -- it’s been shifted into facts, statements, articles, serving more as.... general history knowledge? like that stuff everyone just knows for some reason? 

but it’s more in depth than that because, yknow, they intended for 900 to be top of the line (yes, 900, not rk900). so all this information from connor was used to boost the insanely vast amounts of knowledge that they input into 900 to begin with -- it was used as contextual information, filler information, you get me? because the main thing that differed between connor and 900 is that 900 was given all the knowledge he needed before he was released, where as connor was expected to observe and adapt. cyberlife took connor’s methods of observing and interacting and adapting to humanity and refined it so that 900 already had that information.

so when 900 was officially done, he had basically anything he might need to know in his software already. he didn’t need to learn anything. 

so let me backtrack a little bit into why i say 900 gets these things and not all the rk900s. 

like i said before, the rk900s were built for warfare. 900 was not. i mean, yes, his model and abilities are all the same, he is still an rk900 model. but he was not built to go to war. the 900 that connor meets in the zen garden is the same 900 i write. that particular rk900 model, 900, was specifically designed to replace connor. the others were mass produced for their purpose as war based androids. but 900 was made to work for the DPD, to sort of take connor’s place, in part because it gives them access to local law, but also because they want to monitor the place where connor was assigned. 

so because of this 900 does not have a purpose. 

he was not developed with any specific goal or mission or duty aside from ‘work with the dpd’, so he doesn’t have the same goal set that the rk900 models are programmed with. cyberlife essentially input all this data into 900, and then didn’t tell him what to do with it aside from ‘just go to this location’ which means that 900 had to figure it out for himself.

this is where cyberlife fucked up big time.

the other rk900 models are designed to be perfect soldiers -- deviancy was basically coded out of them based on connor’s experience (whether or not he went deviant, it was in his code). thats not to say that they can never go deviant, its just to say it would be really fucking hard to make them do that. 

since 900 has none of that, he is inherently different from the rk900 model. when you make an android without a purpose, you have basically created a deviant android from the get go. 900 is more or less his own model, in which there is only one 900, and by default, he works for the Detroit Police Department.

now, generally, this means he’s paired with gavin (gotta live up to that delicious ship, honestly) so a lot of my following nonsense is stemmed from that but the point is that, he gets to decide what his goal is whenever he wants, so it can change, and it does change, and the choice is entirely his own. by all intents and purposes, cyberlife inadvertently created an android with honest to god free will.

so where does this leave us with deviancy? because i can hear ya’ll but fox, you said he wasn’t deviant and now you’re saying he is which is it?

here’s what makes 900, well, 900. as part of the fact that he is so incredibly self-aware, he knows he’s a machine. he accepts he’s a machine. there isn’t any like -- ‘i’m a machine’ with a touch of sadness or regret. he doesn’t wish to be human -- he has no desire to feel or experience human things, or do whatever deviant androids wanted. he doesn’t care about that. it doesn’t interest him in the slightest. and this isn’t because he doesn’t know about feelings or that “how could he know if he doesn’t want them if he hasn’t experienced them” because it’s not like that. 900 has an incredible sense of what things are, what they’d be like -- he got all of this from connor, remember. so 900 isn’t inherently interested in being anything other than a machine, and he holds no misunderstandings about what being a machine entails either.

does that make sense? hold on let me try it this way. because cyberlife tried so hard to make sure that 900′s software had everything, they created an incredibly self-aware android that doesn’t seek humanity because of how well they understand life. 900 doesn’t like or dislike being an android -- he just is. he recognizes that. wanting to be something else doesn’t... compute because it just doesn’t make sense. like why would he want to be human when he’s not? when he can be better and do more? like i can’t even say he’s happy about it because he doesn’t (at first) associate chemical reactions in his system with being emotions because they aren’t. it’s all synthetic.

he is perhaps the most alive an android can get without being alive, honestly.

900 decides that, upon being assigned to work with gavin, that gavin is technically his mission now. as a partner to a detective, but as a partner that is stronger, faster, and can withstand immense damage, he essentially positions himself as a bodyguard for the human. the problem here is that, due to his awareness, his approach to this is.... unorthodox.

900 will let gavin throw a punch at someone who can and will definitely hit back, but he’ll stop gavin from walking into an ambush. he might get gavin a coffee one day without being asked, but then throw the coffee at him the next day when gavin demands one. he has a habit of making sly comments and is known to push buttons and see what he can get away with, testing limits and constantly pressing against the boundaries of what he can do before someone snaps, and then sees if he can go just a little farther. 

900 is very much his own person. he belongs to neither cyberlife nor DPD. he does what he wants when he wants it and how he wants it, and he can, at times, appear very human (albeit one that is obnoxious and at times infuriating). however 900 never lets it be forgotten that he is a machine. he can crush every bone in your body one by one while you’re helpless to it. he can have expressions that are near-humanlike : amused, angry, exasperated. but he will go from lightly smiling to fucking cold eyes and danger just radiating off of him to the point people will actually feel the room lower a few degrees

900 knows he’s a machine. if you even for a moment forget, he will remind you. he has unethically tortured suspects for information, they purposely don’t give 900 a gun at the start because he would get bored and simply shoot whoever they’re investigating and apologize later. he has no qualms about killing, about breaking laws or faces, about doing things the way that he feels like doing them, with or without anyone approving. and if anyone thinks they can stop him, they’re just. good fucking luck.

but the reason he doesn’t do any of this is because he is self-aware enough to know there’s no fucking point to it. his mission is, as he decides, “protect gavin reed” and he will do what it takes for that, which may include punching a suspect or stealing evidence or something, he doesn’t care, but if it serves no true purpose in what 900 is doing, then he consciously decides he’s not going to just.. do it. but the thing is that at any moment he could decide to change his mind. and that’s what makes him so terrifying. he is literally unpredictable.

i ... okay i think that’s what i wanted to say? just as like some added notes, but with gavin, 900 does become.... hmm... softer? he doesn’t soften but he basically claims gavin as his own, like he is assigned to be gavin’s partner but it becomes literally almost a possessive thing. 900 makes gavin his mission, and if anyone gets in the way, they’re fucked. but by attaching himself to a human, he opens himself up to the softer side of being human, so 900 never truly ‘becomes deviant’ because there is never, as i said, a moment where he’s got a red wall that says this isn’t protocol becaaaause he doesn’t have protocol. so there’s never a chance for him to break through it. but he takes care of his partner, makes sure gavin is eating well and sleeping well, makes sure he’s more or less safe, is always in tuned to where gavin is and what gavin is doing, will step in at a moment’s notice if he feels the need. 

it becomes way more.... well, more, if this is a ship with a gavin, but regardless, 900 will have a gentler approach to his interactions with the human he has claimed that will be noticeable. softer tones, less cold eyes, more considerate touches. he’ll listen to gavin (may not always follow directions, but he listens), he’ll defend gavin’s actions, he’ll get angry if something happens to gavin. 900 never explicitly goes deviant, and he never fully accepts that what he feels is.... a real feeling? because he does not fully believe that androids can experience true emotion, so even if he does get angry, or he does feel amused or happy or whatever, it’s based on an extensively coded software that has made him so perfectly able to mimic humanity that it’s basically indecipherable. yes, he cares about gavin in most cases. yes he can feel panic or worry if something happens. but in general, no. he will not feel fear, he is not concerned with death, he can’t experience pain... so.

a last note is that like. this is the reason that he goes by 900. gavin typically calls him ‘nines’ which is only allowed for gavin. but a name is a human thing, and 900 is not and has no desire to be, so he just uses 900. most other people in the DPD also just use 900, sometimes they’ll call him rk which he’s okay with but it’s not his preference. he would’ve allowed gavin to name him if he wanted to but gavin didn’t, so that’s why when gavin begins using nines, that’s what 900 assumes as a name. 900 is comfortable to him, it’s who he is, and he doesn’t desire more than that. 

alright i’m. i’m probably gonna start getting repetitive soon, and a lot of the rest of the emotional aspect is based on 900 being involved with gavin, and thats case by case so it’s can be subject to change, and this post is meant to serve as a general basis for my portrayal of 900. 

[ironghoul]

(hey yall)

(So its been a while and im v sorry ive been away so long!!!! ;; my mental health has crashed and gotten really, really bad over the past few months (my bipolar disorder+manic depression in specific) and its been very hard for me to function on a daily basis, and unfortunately the act of writing things, from general messages to RP posts to fic to ecen this post, has become very VERY hard for me bc of the brainfog I endure from my bipolar 2. My ghost muse in general has also kind of gone to sleep in a sense LMAO and i cant be 100% certain as to why it did, though i have some p clear ideas on what at least contributed (from the state of this fanbase being, to put it bluntly, complete Scheiße and also i got super into the Suspiria remake anskdkdshusjdj). Im making this post today bc a) i honestly really miss this blog a lot and b) i wanna get back into rping again...really bad. Im just not really sure of what my brain is gonna do next and how capable of keeping up w replies im gonna be bc of that ;; so I dont wanna rush into smthn I cant dedicate to again yet nor like.....push myself back into RPing if im not ready yknow???

I have however had a couple thoughts abt Irons character recently, and esp after having so much time away from her, ive begun to realize that I might want to change quite a few big things about her???? After thinking abt it some ive come to realize that im not really sure that like....i want to keep her so much how she is now, which is still very coherent and humanlike with a few inhuman traits here and there, so just super fucking depressed and angry and grieving all of the time, etc. For one, I honestly had more of the intention when I first made Iron to make her wayyyy more feral than I have been depicting her in my RPs, and as well, idk if its just a moodswing or something or other but I have found myself growing very weary of iron's horrible neuroses and constant sadness; maybe ive just been through too much recently or its my mental health but Im so sick of having this character just be literally so horribly fucked up and tragic and sad all the time yknow??? Like im just...im weary lmao i dont seem to have the perserverance anymore to have that be her set character bc like its starting to hurt me too at this point and im sick of it, and so what Ive been thinking about in specific is that I think I would like to make some kind of marginal changes to her character. I always ended up forgetting to make iron more feral and animalistic most of the time bc i myself am a...human LMAO and so thats the only life experience i know, obviously, and I think i was so afraid when I first made her to make her meaner or more monstrous bc she might not have really "fit in" well with everyone elses OCs and also I was afraid ppl just wouldn't wanna interact w her if she was Too Mean ahsjdnbdhdhsk but now at this point i think im ready to say fuck that to all of that bc Ive definitely learned now that yall will really interact w just about any character with any personality type or behavior or whatnot, and also, i think it would not only make iron more interesting but more fun for me to write if she was more of a....you know...Awful Gremlin LMFAO and life is short, OCs and RPing were made for fun too and i dont have Time to worry abt that stuff and end up having to sacrifice half of my preferred vision for this character in the process. So basically i think she would definitely still be pretty sad abt Papa 3 but she abolutely wouldnt be constantly haunted and tortured by it anymore, and I also think I want to remove that whole little tidbit abt her always being kind of violent post-ghoulification, even before 3 died. She would also act a lot less human on a regular basis, like i would have her still being perfectly capable of walking upright, talking, being neat and having critical/articulate thinking skills & emotions etc, however there would be a new quality to her of her primarily being, well, again: feral. Not speaking much, probably running around barefoot quite often and sometimes crawling/moving around on all fours, having that sort of primal timidness with whatever new things she experiences, putting things in her mouth off the ground that shouldnt be there, etc you know how it is. She would basically be like fucking Spongegar (Irongar if u will) most of the time LMAO but again she would still be perfectly capable of acting more "humanlike", and staying in line with that Iron Brand Personality(tm) she would absolutely pick and choose who she would decide to act more 'composed' around VS who she wouldnt and would also definitely purposefully act way More feral than she rly is around (to spite some of them im sure). She would probably be more prone to (gasp) Actually Smiling and being happy on a reg basis too, not just being this dark cloud of an awkward troubled depressing fuck tbh. Which fits in more with how im thinking I want to portray her now.

So thats all that, sorry this went on so long and i cant put it under a readmore bc im currently on mobile ahsjdjdjdndjd but like i hope i said what i needed to say well enough. I also wanna know yalls (esp my mutual RP partners!) Thoughts and Onions on the changes I might make to Irons character!!! Ty all, ily 💙💙💙)

[gwenore]

Dominion. Chapter 2.

Summary: Belle is working as a nurse at Storybrooke hospital. Some time ago they got in a John Doe in a catatonic state. Belle knows at once something is off as though he doesn’t speak or react to pain he doesn’t seem catatonic, following her with his eyes and listening to her every words. The only possession he has on him is a picture of a boy about fourteen years old. One evening she is reading to her charge and the skies turn blood red and the light goes out at the hospital as all hell beaks loose in the small town.

Chapter 2: Belle and the unknown man sneak through the hospital. 

Note: Look at the wonderful image @dekujin did for me! I love it. It is perfect! Link to the wonderful image. 

Belle would have screamed if she had been able too scream she would, but he covered her mouth, hushing softly between those many sharp teeth.

“Be quiet…” he whispered. “They may hear you…”

Belle hoped and prayed that she had simply gone insane. It was the better alternative at the moment.

She had no sense of time as they remained crouched behind the hospital bed. There were movement outside, but the screaming had stopped.

The unknown man… who Belle did not know really was a man… she could not believe that he was… no he surely could not be… moved towards the door, looking out of the small window, mentioning her to follow him, but she was frozen in place.

“What is happening?” she managed to whisper. “What are you?”

“We don’t have time! We need to go!” he hissed through sharp teeth.

“How can I trust you?! How do I know that you are not going to eat me?! Your teeth don’t inspire confidence!” Belle was terrified out of her mind as she looked into the fanged maw of the creature.

He was quick to shake his head, licking his lips with that forked tongue.

“I am not going to hurt you. I am human! Used to be…” he stuttered slightly, still looking with fear outside the door. “If we do not get out… you may not be human much longer either!”

Belle did not see any lies upon the man’s eyes. He was terrified… she dreaded that he had a very good reason for being so. Nervously she dared to move towards him, him taking her hand in his own.

“Is there a morgue here?” he whispered. She nodded.

“All hospital have them, I think…” she muttered nervously.

“Shit!” he growled.

“What?” Belle asked nervously as she looked towards him.

“Parts…” he murmured.

“Parts for what?” Belle did not know if she wanted to know the answers.

“Sadly you will find out soon enough,” he grumbled, still holding her hand as he slowly started to open the door. Belle looked down the hallway finding only the emergency lights on… even the hospital’s emergency generator had turned on.

And it was utterly silent. No people panicking… no people running around…

It was just as if they were totally alone in this place. Fair enough there never was many around in the hospital in the night, but…

There were always noise.

Now… nothing.

This creature was still holding around her wrist, biding his time… looking for something that she did not know what was. Still holding onto her, he seemed to remember something, rushing back grabbing the frame with the picture in it, smashing it on the ground, pulling out the photo and clutching it.

“It will keep us safe!” he insisted as he showed it to her. Belle only shook her head. He was saying that as if it made sense.

“Now… do not scream. What ever we see out there… do not scream…” he whispered, pressing the words through the sharpened teeth, seemingly having trouble speaking with those… inhuman features. Belle nodded. But… could he really be trusted?

Belle did not know… but… she had no explanation for what was going on. Slowly he started to move... pulling her along with him… moving slow and keeping to the wall of the hospital.

The floor was… wet… but it was too dark to see… but it was slightly sticky underfoot. Belle really hoped it wasn’t what she thought it was…

Then movement was heard through the hall, a sense of dread coming across both of them as they searched shelter behind a counter.

What they could see…

Belle tried to scream, but he had clamped his hand over her face to keep her from making a sound.

Out there… creatures… wandering the hallways, on all fours…

Belle felt she was about to throw up.

They looked human… or… some perversion of it. Their muscles stretched and pulled… sewn onto other places… was flesh… other limbs… the legs having been cut off… several more arms grafted on… causing twitching unnatural movement.

The eyes were no where to be seen as a large fleshy muzzle had been grafted onto the creatures face… filled with teeth and a long tongue dragging the floor.

“Hounds…” her companion growled softly. Belle simply looked over at him, her words caught in her throat.

“Hounds…?” she whispered. “Are they…?”

“Were…” he responded as they started to move further down. Belle let out a slight whimper as she looked after them as they crawled along the floor.

If they were here… then what had happened to the rest of the people at the hospital? She did not really want to think about it… she couldn’t just now…

The man whom she still did not know the name of, flicked his long tongue before they started to sneak past the creatures.

Belle kept her eyes firmly at the back of the man’s head, watching his graying hair, having no desires to see… those again.

There was nothing blocking their way… but she could constantly hear slithering and disgusting wet movements as the creatures crawled around. She could almost hear those crawling twisted human shapes… soft moans coming from their maws, as if eternally stuck in agonizing pain… or forced pleasure.

The dark was near impossible to see through… and she still felt that wetness under her shoes. They were now nearing the lobby of the hospital…. A rather large room, the largest in the hospital.

Just peering into that singular darkness… she couldn’t see the faintest of shapes… no doors… no light peering in from the outside… not even the faintest shimmer.

It was as if something massive was blocking the entire room.

Her companion seemed to notice as well, freezing in place with absolute terror.

“No… no you cannot be here… you cannot… YOU CANNOT!” the panic in the man’s voice was such that it made Belle’s heart beat so quick that it made her heart beat so quickly she was certain her ribs would crack from the inside.

There was a sound of a multitude of wings as an eye opened in the middle of the darkness… looking down at them.

“BUT I AM… AND I AM SO PROUD OF YOU… DON’T WORRY MY DEAR… I WON’T HURT YOU… OR YOUR FRIEND. NO… WHY WOULD I DO THAT?” the shade’s voice was ringing through the halls… and it was absolutely beautiful. It was pleasure beyond words to simply be able to listen to those words.

“I AM… GRATEFUL… I COULD NOT BE HERE WITHOUT YOU. YOU FOUND THE WAY OUT. I ADORE YOU…” the shade moved its face closer, Belle letting out a scream as its features were caught in the light of one of the exit signs.

In some time past it had been beautiful… humanlike. But its lower jaw had been split open showing a rows upon rows of dagger like teeth with a multitude of forked tongues moving like snakes as it was tasting the air.

The upper part of its face was filled with bony protrusions… the two largest coming from where it’s eyes had been at one point… forming into large goat like horns… and in  the middle of its forehead was that big singular eye, split down the middle by a pupil.

Down from its long serpentine neck was feathers it had bound with wire… beautiful shimmering feathers… long since stained with blood and fluids.

Two long arms reached towards them… but Belle could not guess how many it had as most of it was obscured by six massive wings, covering most of its form. On those arm the same stunning feathers had been sewn on… but mottled bloody flesh could be seen through them… most of it having hardened into bony scabs.

Its long fingers were tipped with hooked claws… but neither could move from the horror and awe of this thing.

Softly it wrapped its massive fingers around them pulling them closer to him, as it caressed them gently in its hold… its eye looking at them with affection and adoration.

“WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN YOU HAVE FOUND… OF COURSE SHE CAN BE WITH US… WE WILL EAGERLY WELCOME HER… AS WE WELCOMED YOU, DARLING,” the creature looked over her… a soft purr upon its wondrous voice.

“LET HER GO!” the unknown man shouted towards it as several of those many tongues came and licked her face… feeling her skin. It pulled away its tongues as it looked towards the creature now squirming in its hold.

“DON’T WORRY PET. I WILL LOVE HER, JUST AS I LOVE YOU, JUST LET ME… LOVE YOU,” it rumbled pleased, as those tongues caressed both of them, overjoyed as its jaws clattered happily.

“I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU. JUST LET ME LOVE YOU…” the creature moaned softly as it started to pull them into the darkness of its form as those feathered wings wrapped around them.

  Belle woke with a startled scream, in the reclining chair in the hospital room and looked up to see how the light poured into the window. Was it a dream? This was far more twisted than any dream.

She still felt those wings closing in on her, looking to the bed to find dark eyes of the unknown man staring at her, his mouth once again shut… no sign of the unnatural grin with monstrous fangs and forked tongue.

But on the picture by the bed… of the young man… there were hairline fractures all over the glass…

It had been smashed… but…

Her eyes met the unknown man’s once again and she knew… this was no nightmare… this was far worse…

[tabooneko]

Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate Stellaworth Tokuten Drama CD "In the Demon World’s style?! Who can you call a “bad” guy?!"

Hi!

Today I have something different for you~ :D I translated a special drama CD from Dark Fate. It’s pretty funny, so enjoy! ^^

Special thanks to @violet-sin for providing me with this drama CD! <3 :D

If you spot any mistakes, please let me know, so I can correct them. Thanks! ;D

And please don’t repost!

Title: Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate Stellaworth Tokuten Drama CD In the Demon World’s style?! Who can you call a “bad” guy?!

Japanese title: DIABOLIK LOVERS DARK FATE　ステラワース特典ドラマCD「魔界的!?　『ワル』ってどんなヤツ!?」

Cast: Sakamaki Laito (CV: Hirakawa Daisuke), Sakamaki Shū (CV: Toriumi Kōsuke), Tsukinami Shin (CV: Morikubo Shōtarō)

Duration: 14:26

Track: [ X ]

00:10

Laito: Knock, knock, knock! Is somebody there?

*doors open*

Shin: Hm? Laito? What business do you have in this special classroom?

Laito: Nfu~ When I was passing by the entry hall a while ago, a package addressed to this special classroom has been delivered. So I was kind enough to bring it here. Here you go~

Shin: Huh? What’s this? “Demon World Market: assortment for inhuman beings”?

Laito: Since it looks like you don’t know what it is, it means Carla ordered it, huh? Nfu~ In short, your brother did some shopping in a big online store, right? Ah, you know, this special classroom is full of different devices after all. Doing online shopping during breaks, huh? You really have a nice social status. I’m envious. So, I wonder what he bought. You don’t have to worry, I’ll keep it a secret, so, come on, tell me.

Shin: Uh, how the hell should I know?! Brother is not here right now.

Laito: Hm? He is absent? Then, we can just open it~

Shin: Huh?! Hey, don’t do as you please! I’m telling you that my brother is away right now.

Laito: Uh, that’s why it’s okay. Don’t worry, don’t worry~ I only want to check what’s inside. I’m going to properly tape it once again with a gum tape.

Shin: That’s not the problem here! In the first place, why do you want to know what’s inside?

Laito: It’s obvious. Because I’m curious. But, well… If we look at weight of this package and “do not bend” sticker, we will know it’s something fragile. But I can already imagine, what is inside this package. Nfu~

Shin: Uh, huh?! So if you’re so clever, tell me, what’s inside?

Laito: Eh? Are you sure~? Okay, I’ll tell you. If my predictions are correct, inside this package are some kind of compact disks. A lot of them.

Shin: Disks? Even if my brother ordered something like that, do you have a problem with it?

Laito: Ahaha. A problem? Not at all! I’m only interested in other people’s taste. You know, genres and all, there are a lot of them…

Shin: You’re irritating me. Don’t beat around the bush, speak clearly.

Laito: Oh my, I have no choice then. Disks bought secretly on the internet… they must be perverted, you know?

Shin: Huh?

Laito: Wooah! Don’t let it go so suddenly…! *bam*

03:22

Shū: Ah, I found it. Geez, why is it here?

Laito: Ouch, ouch… Hey, what are you doing? Eh, Shū? Is this your package?

Shū: Huh? Yes, why?

Shin: Ah! I knew it! From the start, I thought it’s strange for my brother to do online shopping.

Laito: Hmm~ So it’s Shū’s… Then it’s quite surprising~ Hey, lend it to me later.

Shū: I don’t mind, but since when are you interested in classical music?

Laito: Eh? Classical music? So inside this package is…

Shū: Hm? A classical music CD.

Laito: Eeeh~? What? So boring!

Shin: Tsk! You’re saying only misleading things! By the way, why did your package get delivered to our special classroom?

Shū: Ah, that’s because… It was too troublesome to go to the shop, so I asked her yesterday to buy it. And then…

Laito: I see. Bitch-chan made an order using a computer in this special classroom. I expected something better, but now I’m disappointed.

Shin: Hah! I really can’t stand associating with you brothers.

Laito: Eh~? But you’re already associating with us a lot like this, aren’t you?

Shū: It’s the end of the World, if people are calling me brother of this pervert…

Shin: After all, you're inhabitants of the Demon World, too. CD, online shopping… Aren’t you too much infected by the Human World?

Laito: Eh? I can’t see a problem here. What’s wrong with it? I mean, to adopt human's life style is kinda like a rule of our family.

Shū: That’s right. If we carelessly go against father’s will, we would once again end up at the North Pole… No, it’s nothing…

Shin: Huh? Adopting human’s life style is your rule? It’s unthinkable! As a clan of darkness, don’t you have something like a pride of the rulers? Aa, that’s why vampires are considered an inferior livings. You’re so different from us – prideful First Blood.

Laito: Oh, a pride, huh? It’s the farthest word from my way of living.

Shū: A pride? I’m surprised you like to burden yourself with something like that.

Shin: Huh? Eh, wait, wait! You guys, you should fight back at me! We're enemies, so we should properly confront each other! What's with your lack of determination? After all, I, the First Blood, am even provoking you on purpose!

Laito: Eh? Enemies? Really? Sorry, to begin with, I'm living in harmony with rules of philanthropy. Nfu~

Shū: I’m not sure what is this all about, but I don’t have a duty to meet your expectations. *yawn* I’m sleepy…

Shin: HUH?! You bastards, are you making fun of me?! You vampires are our Founders’ enemies. Enemies. ENE-MIES. Do you get it now? That’s why know your place and act like you should.

Laito: Eeeh~? Our place?

Shin: That’s right. Since you’re my enemies, act more… like bad guys.

Shū: Hey, Laito, come here for a second.

Laito: Ouch, what’s wrong?

07:41

Shū: Hey, he is surprisingly bothersome.

Laito: Hmm, you’re right. But no matter how you look at it, he is the youngest child after all, right?

Shū: Ah, that’s right, I see.

Shin: What’s with you?! What are you muttering about out there?! I hear you, you know! *bam*

Laito: Ah, look at that, now he started destroying things... If we don’t do something about it, it will get even worse…

Shū: Eh, he is acting just like some youngest son from other family. How irritating. Hey, Laito, do something about it.

Laito: Eh? Me? I don’t want to take care of this big baby.

Shū: It’s your fault something like this happened, since you brought my package here without permission, right?

Laito: Ah, but that was…

Shin: Ha! I don’t mind! No matter how many of you vampires come at me, you’re no match for me! *bam*

*Shin is destroying things*

Shū: Look, the classroom is a mess. If you don’t stop him now, I’m not going to care if it become an even bigger problem later.

Laito: Eh, okay, I get it. I have no other choice. I will try to put him in a good mood.

09:15

Laito: Fufu, hey, hey, Shin-kun, Shin-kun~

Shin: It’s too late to apologize now!

Laito: It’s not like I’m going to apologize… You said you’re the prideful First Blood, right? That’s why I’d like you to listen to what I have to say. Okay?

Shin: Huh? What is it?

Laito: If I remember correctly, you said we should act more like “bad” guys, since we’re enemies. So, what should we exactly do? Because, as you said, we completely got used to living in the Human World. That’s why we need some help from the First Blood who lives in the Demon World. Shin-kun, as a representative, would you teach us what does it mean to be a “bad” guy in the Demon World’s style?

Shin: Hm? Hah. I have no choice. I don’t mind teaching you a little. Hehe.

Shū: I’m glad he is just a simple idiot.

Shin: Hey, Shū, did you say something just now?

Shū: Not really.

Shin: Well, first, let’s see… we have to do something with your discouraging way of speaking. It has not even a hint of a “bad” feeling. You should do it more oppressively. As I thought, it’s the best example: “You bastard, I’m going to kill you.” Tehe. Something like this.

Shū: Hey, Laito, wasn’t it…?

Laito: Shhh! He finally cheered up, don’t waste my efforts now!

Shin: Now the biggest problem are your clothes. That hat and sweater are so tawdry, they’re out of the question. To let someone know you’re “bad” just from looking at you, you need… I know. For example... Ah, you should cover most of your skin, it’s a common sense for a bad guy. Put on gloves and boots. And also… hm, covering your face is quite effective, but to look down on or heap on someone is the most ideal form.

Shū: How should I say it? He is just acting like a tsukkomi*.

Laito: I mean, it looks like he is talking about that person the whole time.

Shin: Huh? “That person”? What do you mean? Is there a “bad” guy like this around here-…

Shū: Isn’t it about your older brother?

Shin: Huh? My brother?

Laito: Since, you know… If we put together all your conditions, I feel like Carla is the most “bad” in the whole Demon World. Hm, well, it’s true he is kinda bad, because of various things…

Shū: Well, yeah. But it’s not the level when you can say he is just “bad”.

Shin: Don’t you dare make fun of my brother!

Laito: Wait, wait. We’re not making fun of him. Geez, you're so easily getting irritated. Shin-kun, you must really love your big brother.

Shin: Huh? Why do you think so?

Laito: Because you're sticking up for Carla all the time, Shin-kun. Protecting your sibling is something unthinkable for us.

Shū: That’s right. By the way, I think this part of you is much more humanlike than our behavior.

Shin: What?! Humanlike? We? The prideful First Blood?

Laito: I’m fed up with babysitting this guy. I’m going back. Unless I drink Bitch-chan’s blood, I won’t be able to get over it.

Shū: If I had known I would get involved in something so troublesome, I would have just personally gone to the CD shop yesterday. Well, whatever. It’s time to listen to my new CD.

Shin: Wait, you two! I haven’t finished yet…!

*doors close*

13:33

Shin: Making fun of me… That’s why I hate vampires! They should just perish already! Damn it! *bam* Nevertheless, we are more humanlike than them? Haha. It’s impossible... Ah, what a disaster! Brother~! *he runs away*

 *Tsukkomi (突っ込み) is one of the comedians in traditional Japanese comedy called Manzai. His role is to “butt in” and correct the boke’s (the stupid one comedian) errors. It’s quite common for him to berate and criticize.