#ps it has always been my headcanon that the Hunt coincides with the full moon rather than being a nightly thing

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For the OC asks, a double M feature!

Mask, and Monster. Please, choose any OC in your head, I'd certainly like to hear of them~

obviously im gonna start by answering with Günther because you know who that is

Mask: you already know Günther's whole thing is that he's only barely holding it together, doing things that do not reflect his actual personality. Yeah, hes totally a straight-laced pious religious radical, hes definitely not centering his entire life around his. Friend. He's totally comfortable with violence, he loves Hunting, he loves the acrid stench of burning blood and hair. He hates every bit of this, but as long as it keeps him close to Alfred, he'll do it. He can still bear it, he can. Alfred is doing much more than handling it, he fucking loves this, lives for it. So confident and selfsure.

Despite how long theyve known eachother, he doesnt actually know Alfred as well as he thinks he does or wishes he did. If he were more honest with the way he presents himself, Alfred might not like what he sees.

Monster: now for a character you don't know as well! I write about him as the human version of him but that version is derived from the original dragon design. One of his key traits is the acidic ink that bleeds from his hands, especially when he's upset (because it's a great trope, thank you Frozen). He has to keep this hidden or the institution in charge of researching void-related disturbances in the world will take him away from his parents. i really need to just sit down and write his story because its such a straightforward narrative, structually speaking. It's less that he's ashamed of it, more that he's afraid of it, and what it means for him. It stains his skin, and he's noticed that its been creeping further and further up his arms over time. He wears gloves as much as he can, but he's 16, he can't keep this secret forever. A close call with the Institute's researches makes his mind up for him - he has questions, and he will have answers.

In the third act confrontation,

"FIGHT BACK," Sarkys screams into the old man's face as his grip tightens around his throat. The void reaches further up Sarkys' arms as it burns through his gloves, searing both their skin.

"Why, to make you feel justified?"

The old man's blue eyes are bright, his face split by his grotesque grin.

"Will this heal you?" he spits into Sarkys' face, warm blobs of bloody ink joining his constellation of moles.

Sarkys draws his grip even tighter, stifiling another laugh into a disgusting gurgle. The old man's eye contact never breaks, even as a sputter of blackened blood stains his teeth. Sarkys can feel his body twitching under him, but he isnt sure whether its more laughter that now can't make his past his lips.

--- note self, include a line during the bath sequence specifically about washing blackened blood out of the white blaze of his hair

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Being a teenager is hard, especially if you've inherited a metaphysical curse/parasite that feeds of your worst emotions, and through your own stubborn teenage angst, discover a lot of reasons to hate yourself and the fact that you're alive. enjoy this snippet as proof that i can actually write!