#tw: gambling mention

[afoolandathief]

Countdown to NaNo: Part 1/? — WIP Intro

Jade Shaw, a witch and one of the few seers left in the world, has been using her ability at Las Vegas’s casinos for years, but lately even that hasn’t been enough to pay the bills.

So she doesn’t object when vampire and former hit-man Casimir Mraz offers her a deal.

Caz says he only wants to kill and drain the blood of people with no chance for redemption, and asks Jade to determine for him whether the city’s worst of the worst will re-offend.

But things go sideways when a cop catches Jade and Caz dumping a body, and blackmails them into helping solve an unsolvable case. Soon, the two are dealing with werewolves, Fae, and several of Caz’s exes.

WIP: Something Wicked

Status: Draft 3.5 (rewrite)

NaNo profile: afoolandathief

NaNoWriMo 2022 Goal: Your classic fifty-thou

WIP taglist: (ask to be +/-): @author-a-holmes, @avian-writes, @captain-kraken, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @digital-chance, @diphthongsfordays, @drippingmoon, @ellierenae, @enchanted-lightning-aes, @faelanvance, @fearofahumanplanet, @flowerprose, @frankiestfrank, @houndmouthed, @joaniejustwokeup, @leiwritess-moved, @mjayatlas, @outpost51, @purplezebraproductions, @rhymingteelookatme, @somealienquill, @thegreatobsesso, @thelaughingstag, @vylequinnewriting, @writing-is-a-martial-art

[alice--pallas]

I suppose we all procure nasty habits in our lives. They certainly had a point. Everyone had a vice, no matter what it might be: alcohol, drugs, sex, cigarettes, gambling, starvation--the list was endless, really, and each person had their own specific vice(s) and their list of reasons as to why it brought them solace and why it had a hold over them. If you were lucky, you could rise above it, like she and her brother had. But it wasn't always that easy or that simple. It hadn’t been easy or simple, not for her or Cy. Part of her wanted to ask them if they had any nasty habits--but saying it in that way felt rude, disrespectful. She didn't want their conversation to be like that. Maybe she had at first, when she'd first sat at the table, her walls fully up. But now, she didn't just want to know about them--she wanted to actually get to know who they were and what they were about. So instead, she eyed them and simply said "I'm curious about you." It was vague and playful, instead of prying and intrusive.

She toyed with the idea of giving up more information about herself or leaving it a mystery to be discovered for later. She had an inkling that they believed it was worth discovering but she couldn't be 100% sure just yet. To be honest, it'd been a while since she'd been sought after like this. She appreciated that Abraxis seemed to be taking their time with her. In a way, it felt like an honor--it seemed as if they didn't usually take this kind of time with other people.

But I think what I like about you is you don’t pretend that the past didn't happen. You acknowledge it with a grace others seem to lack, you don't hide it, nor hide behind it. Frankly, she was taken aback by their honesty. She was being rather coy, still guarded, still unsure if Abraxis was trustworthy. She supposed she could be a bit more honest after all. Giving them a small smile, she said "I think it's silly to pretend like those sorts of things never happened. They're a part of who you are. Sure, in some ways, it can be easier to pretend, but... It also gets really exhausting. And besides, anyone who disapproves of my past is quite irrelevant to me anyhow."

Piety can be tediously plaguing, can’t it? Letting out a soft chuckle, she nodded in agreement. "Boring, too." These days, Alice believed that she was a relatively good person, if not a little morally grey--but she wasn't an angel, either, nor had she ever claimed to be.

This time, she also leaned in when they did, almost as if she was moving closer to hear their words better, like they were telling some delicious secret. Even now, here with you, I feel as if I’m being held under a microscope by others' watchful eyes, waiting to be picked apart. She couldn't personally relate to that feeling of others always watching, not really--and that was probably because she was usually the one doing the watching. As a journalist, she was used to hiding in the shadows, usually staying quiet but always listening and keeping a close eye, not wanting to miss anything. What will they say when they see us dining together?

Giving them a bit of a playful smile, she said "They'll probably say 'Who is that beautiful stranger dining with Abraxis Webb?'" At least, she'd hope no one here would know who she was right off the bat. She wasn't that well-known. Then, with a bit more seriousness to her voice, she asked "What is that like, always having someone's eyes on you? It sounds rather...stifling." Secretly, she wondered if people would talk about this. Alice wasn't really giddy at the idea of people thinking she had an in with a councilperson--they might get the wrong idea.

When they inquired about Rhea making her sobriety easier, Alice nodded without hesitation. "Absolutely. You know, after I stopped drinking and got clean," she said, subtly dropping more breadcrumbs, if only Abraxis knew what to listen for, "smoking was my one and only vice--and I clung to it, as trivial as it may sound. But... The moment I found out that I was pregnant with Rhea, I threw my cigarettes away immediately. Didn't think twice, of course. She's worth everything." She must be so proud to call you her mother. Oddly enough, at this, Alice's cheeks flushed, suddenly feeling a bit sheepish. She didn't usually get compliments like that. Still, pretending to not notice the warmth in her cheeks, she smiled and said "She just turned four. Which is crazy because it feels like she was a newborn just yesterday. I know that's what everyone always says but damn, is it true."

She noticed almost immediately how uncomfortable her question had made them--and it was shocking. For someone who had just been so debonair and confident, and who had seemingly wanted to know so much about her, they seemed almost surprised when she inquired about them in return. As their eyes darted elsewhere, maybe looking for an escape to the question, her deep blue gaze didn't waver. She wanted to make them squirm, just a bit--perhaps if only to let them know that she was enticed by them, that she saw them. She could tell that a darkness lay just beneath the surface and blame it on her nosey ass need to know everything but she was more than curious. Curiouser and curiouser, as Alice from Wonderland had always said. The quote having come from Alice's namesake, it had always been her favorite line and it perfectly described her thoughts in this very moment.

I suppose it's a coping mechanism. A safeguard for my son and I--given the backlash of city councildom--and a preference for silence all rolled into a heaping pile of mess. They'd given a sort of laugh along with their words, but it was the kind of laugh that suggested anything but levity. However, she appreciated their candor. Especially because she understood that feeling more than they realized. She'd felt that exact way after her divorce, heartbroken and feeling like a shell of a her former self, back when she'd lost all hope for happiness. "I used to think that way, too," she said softly, no longer playfully evasive but instead, earnest. "No one can hurt you if you don't let them get close enough. But it's so desolate, so empty. So lonely."

I keep my son close, and I tell myself that’s all that matters. Taking a risk, she reached her hand across the table and placed it softly on top of theirs, hoping they wouldn't pull away from her touch. "Your son is certainly what matters most. But... Is that enough? Is it enough to be able to deal with all the shit the world throws at you without someone by your side to help carry the load?" The question sounded more personal than she'd meant it to--perhaps she was projecting, as she'd had these same thoughts herself so many times as she lay awake at night, tossing and turning in her empty bed.

their gaze, softened, held an air of quiet understanding. “i suppose we all procure nasty habits at some point in our lives. i'm happy to hear you didn’t let yours define you,” they began, the words rolling off their tongue with a languid grace, each syllable meticulously chosen with regard. abraxis recognizes that it's easier to compliment her than others, her comeliness restoring a hope for humanity- perhaps there were more like alice in grandeur and splendor. they could almost picture a younger version of the mortal, perhaps more reckless, perhaps more tender, but always veiled in the same winsome beauty. would she had caught his eye if they weren't so senile back then? perhaps age was the key to elegance.

inwardly, they toyed with visions of alice—matching her with sins and vices like outfits on a paper doll. was she a gambler? a liar? a lover of tiny little heart-shaped pills that said 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐄? yet, like the heroine from through the looking-glass and what alice found there, answers were illusive. there are no more breadcrumbs, it seems, to lead abraxis back to that starting point; there are no forks in winding roads and there are no talking cats to point them in the correct path.

instead they commit this new beginning to memory: a spontaneous dining partner and a new seemingly compatible soul to cherish. at first blush, they've found themself spiraling down that rabbit hole, perhaps hypothalamus first- charmed and disarmed for the taking. they think alice is the most interesting person they’ve met in decades.

it was a puzzle, talking with her, they enjoyed assembling, knowing full well that the pieces might never fit as expected.

"but i think what i like about you is you don’t pretend that the past didn't happen. you acknowledge it with a grace others seem to lack, you don't hide it, nor hide behind it,” they continued, their words slow, deliberate, as if savoring the taste of each revelation. their eyes flickered once more, a fleeting glimpse of curiosity tempered by restraint. the past was a peculiar thing—dangerous and alluring. for now, they would let it rest, content with the knowledge that time had yet to reveal all of its secrets.

there was something about the way they spoke that felt calculated, yet intimate- each tone mirrored the other. abraxis wonders if they are similar, and if recompense would only come once wall lined reflections shattered. as if they were peeling back the layers, gently coaxing the truth out of the glass.

"piety can be tediously plaguing, can’t it?" they mused, their voice dipping lower, as if the very mention of holiness amused them. abraxis webb had never been one for saintliness, and they wore their sinful history like a second skin—dark, shadowed, yet impossible to ignore. their heritage, their rumors, the whispers that had followed them from nome to anchorage, had all become part of the occult-like mythology surrounding them. but abraxis had never been bothered by whispers. they leaned in slightly, a playful glint in their eye.

“even now, here with you, i feel as if i’m being held under a microscope by others' watchful eyes, waiting to be picked apart. what will they say when they see us dining together?” but with that newfound power came the chains. the role of councilperson, meant to serve and protect the city, felt more like a stage where they were paraded as a puppet, controlled by unseen hands with their own dark agendas. the responsibility to maintain order in anchorage seemed tainted by the very forces they sought to dismantle—forces that whispered promises of power while tightening their grip. each decision felt like it was under scrutiny, every action observed and dissected by those waiting for a misstep. the eyes of the city, the weight of their expectations, all pressed down on abraxis, making them feel like an insect pinned beneath a microscope’s lens.

“sustainability is important for a family,” they nodded, the faintest hint of empathy threading their tone. their own son—a pillar in the shifting world—remained the center of their universe, the one anchor that grounded them. they smiled, soft but genuine, as they spoke of alice's daughter. “it sounds like it’s a bit easier now that you have a beautiful reason to live a better life.” they speak of alice's family with reverence- just as they would their own. “she must be so proud to call you her mother- and how old is she now?”  

once her question hit the air- abraxis feels a shift in their face, despite how strong they thought they were at composure features begin to sink. abraxis chewed thoughtfully on their bottom lip-their eyes drifting away from the conversation and focusing instead on a distant point in the room. they bit harder for just a moment, relishing the flicker of pain that reminded them they were still tethered to the physical world. “i suppose it’s a coping mechanism,” they admitted at last, their voice teetering on softness, though still carrying the weight of decades’ worth of struggle. “a safeguard for my son and i- given the backlash of city councildom- and a preference for silence all rolled into a heaping pile of mess.” the words were punctuated with a bitter laugh, the kind that felt more like a release than humor like a cold punch from under their lungs, “i find myself clinging to the illusion that it’s safer to be on one’s own… justifying my solitude by believing that if i stick to loneliness, the universe doesn’t have anyone else to rip away from me.”

their voice grew quieter, the mask slipping further as their hand moved to brush against the tablecloth. "i keep my son close, and i tell myself that’s all that matters."

[antiendosystemterms]

Poker protector

A protector that is strongly connected to playing cards, gambling, casinos and similar things.

((this term is made by us. The flag is made by us.))

[palatteflags]

Casino, Gambling, and Aventurine from Honkai Star Rail based moodboard~ ^^ For an anon!! Hope you like!!

Want one? send an ask~ -mod Jay

[mad-hunts]

an idea for how another character could meet barton in an untraditional way: your muse met barton while he was in residency by expressing concern for him as they saw him at the grocery store... with only like five bottles of wine in his cart at the checkout 🫠 JSJSJ

[anonymouspuzzler]

I must inquire about Buck's Cookie Run addiction... Has it gotten worst with the release of new cookies? Also, his favorites that he has collected?

oh he has been (with his own permission & encouragement and for his own good) well and fully barred from so much as Looking at the app since Davey found out it was a Genuine Problem (so for like... almost 7 years, about as long as they've been dating & living together). literally had Davey change his passwords and refuse to tell him what they are so he can't relapse. his favorites were the Big Burly Over The Top types (captain caviar....) but a lot of it was just chasing the Dopamine Hit in general

[livingdeadhorse]

the ultimate despair....gambling addiction

YOU HAVE NO IDEA. RAMBLE TIME.

Okay so, in the first chapter I didn’t get any good items so I couldn’t give Leon or Sayaka gifts. WHATEVER! (Seething)

So the plan was to get items for Chihiro, Taka, and Mondo before they’re all out of commission in Chapter 2.

I now have a decent amount of monocoins and I’m starting to roll pretty well. I got a ton of gifts for Sayaka and Leon which…thanks. But I also got a lot of gifts for Taka and Chihiro! The only one left was Mondo!

Except I started rolling pretty shit. I kept wasting coins for repeat items.

ON MY LAST THREE COINS. I got the rolling slippers, a gift Mondo likes. EXCEPT the title card turned white and it switched to THE GOD OF WAR CHARM. MY HANDS WERE STILL FROZEN MID CELEBRATION.

JUNKO RIGGED TF OUT OF THOSE MACHINES!!!

[leedollop]

I've been thinking of an AU where the characters in HH take over the roles of the sins from HB. Who do you think would be what, and what do you think their rings would look like?

The seven deadly sins include sloth, pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, and wrath.

Personally I'd change Lucifer from pride to sloth, and his whole ring would be like one big mattress with a bunch of pillows.

OMG YES! Lucifer's ring sounds so nice, he deserves a little rest after everything. And honestly I agree, that suits him well. I can see his ring being both a creative and very relaxed place.

Pride - Adam

Of course, he literally embodies that sin. This ring would literally just be Dickmaster paradise. Super yellow with posters of Adam everywhere, and everything sold is like, merch for himself or CDs for his band. The whole ring is just Dickmaster fan central.

Greed - Alastor

Not in the money type of sense, let me explain. Alastor is greedy for power and attention. I mean, one of the first things he did was show off his power to make other sinners afraid of him. So, his ring would probably be full of his radio broadcast, and he's always observing the other sins to see how to get a leg up on them.

Lust - Angel Dust

Very pink but also fluffy with lots of stripes, lusty but cozy. All about sex and body positivity, will not allow purity culture anywhere near his ring. And, of course, he's a consent king.

Envy - Vox

I know greed seems more fitting on the surface, but after some consideration, I think envy is more Vox's speed. I think he likes watching the sinners of Hell because he's secretly envious of the things they have.

Gluttony - Husk

Since he's all about gambling and stuff, I think it fits. His ring would be full of casinos, bars, that sort of thing. He would not allow creeps into his ring. If you're creepy in front of him you will suffer the consequences.

Wrath - Vaggie

Considering she's like, the fighter of the group. I think this ring would be focused a lot of becoming stronger and fighting, but in a sportsmanship like manner. So it'd have a lot of extreme sports and stuff, but nothing that killed anyone. They just wanna test their

Those are just some of my thoughts though.

[pkmnathlete]

Maaan, like the one thing I hate about this Rapidash ranch job is the fact everyone there keeps yapping about odds, and over/under, etc etc.

Who cares about ODDS, racing’s about passion! About doing your best and having fun!!!! Who cares about money!!!! Other than my paycheck.

[shortqueershakespeare]

Everything is a coping mechanism and the problem comes when the pain of the problem outweighs the effectiveness of the coping mechanism.

You then have two choices, reduce the pain of the problem or increase the coping mechanism.

That’s where the toxicity of a coping mechanism comes in, whether it’s alcohol, self harm, toxic relationships, eating disorders, gambling, eventually if you increase use of the toxic coping mechanism, the consequences of that will outweigh the initial problem and the coping mechanism will become the primary problem.

But there’s no fixing the coping mechanism without (a) replacing it with something healthy and (b) addressing the underlying issue, or the addiction will just begin to a new thing, to try and solve the initial problem.

[strawberista]

"What, me? Pfft... All right. I'll tell you a little. The name's Sanae Hanekoma. Born March 4, blood type A. I'm a Pisces, and one hip café barista, mista. I'm a big gambler. My favorite word: "windfall." "Natto" gets my tummy rumbling. As for my physical dimensions. . ."

★ Disclaimer: Unlike many, I do not assign specific years to TWEWY or to my own Hanekoma and his universe. Personally I feel each game is simply a representation of the time in which it was created and do not attempt to use technology or similar context clues to determine the year. Therefore, such elements are based on whatever reads best at the time, and Hanekoma's zodiac is based on his personality. ★

⚅ — TLDR — ⚅

Sanae Hanekoma is an angel that watches over Shibuya as its acting Producer. He’s laid back and doesn’t often lose his cool, but he takes his job very seriously.

⚅ — Table of Contents — ⚅

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⚀ General Information

Name

Nicknames

Age

Date of birth

Zodiac

Gender/Pronouns

Orientation

Race/Species

Hair/Eye Color

Height

Weight

Scars

Body Modification

Style

⚀ Personality

Positive Traits

Negative Traits

General Mood

Greatest Joy

Greatest Fear

Motto

General Description

⚀ Habits and Hobbies

Likes

Dislikes

Favorites

Spending Habits

Tics

Hobbies

⚀ Background

Childhood

Adolescence

Young Adulthood

Adulthood

Death and Afterlife

⚀ Abilities

Angel

Noise

Human

⚀ Relationships

Overview

Romance

Family

Important individuals

⚀ Canon Events

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⚀ Links

Headcanons

Musings

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Aesthetics

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⚅ — General — ⚅

⚀ Name: Sanae Hanekoma

⚀ Nicknames: Mr. H, H-Man, Fuzzface, Coffee Man, Pops, Tito

⚀ Age: 152 (physically 36)

⚀ Date of Birth: March 4

⚀ Zodiac Signs: Pisces, Wood Horse

⚀ Gender/Pronouns: Male, He/him

⚀ Orientation: Panromantic Demisexual

⚀ Race/Species: Japanese Human-ascended Angel

⚀Hair/Eye Color: Black/Black

⚀ Height: 175 cm (5'9")

⚀ Weight: 120 lbs.

⚀ Scars/Marks/Etc: Hanekoma has very small, mostly unnoticeable scars over the majority of his body from regular bumps, scrapes, and accidents that occurred during his life. One feather on his wings is smaller than the others from where it had been pulled out many times over. He has a sizable scar on his leg from being shot by Apichisi.

⚀ Body Modifications: Hanekoma has a blue and red tribal tattoo wrapping around his upper left arm resembling his noise form. He also has regular ear piercings.

⚀ Style: Hanekoma visited a casino once and was so enamored by the uniforms there he decided to just start emulating the dress. But doing so properly was still a little too restrictive, so now he wears oversized shirts and doesn't button anything all the way. For shoes, he always wears sandals for maximum comfort. He's always got an expensive watch on his wrist, but these days he's taken to wearing earrings as well.

⚅ — Personality — ⚅

⚀ Positive Traits: Compassionate, loyal, creative, affectionate, brave, intelligent, open-minded

⚀ Negative Traits: Selfish, impulsive, impatient, stubborn, obsessive, greedy

⚀ General Mood: Relaxed, content

⚀ Greatest Joy: Creation, meeting people

⚀ Greatest Fear: Losing the city/his loved ones

⚀ Motto: "Enjoy every moment." and "The world ends with you."

⚀ General Description: Hanekoma has an easy-going personality and a generally happy disposition. It’s incredibly difficult to rile him up in any regard, and he will often simply let insulting or hurtful comments roll off of his back. He may come off as if he doesn’t take anything seriously, but in fact he is incredibly perceptive and analyzing. He has a tendency to take people under his wing, especially if he can see in them the potential for a lot of personal growth. This most often comes in the form of protecting players from shady dealings during the Reaper’s Game. He can sometimes have a parental attitude towards others, but he has no trouble at all with pushing people to their limits if it means they might reach a breakthrough in their character.

⚅ — Habits and Hobbies — ⚅

⚀ Likes: Coffee, gambling, new experiences, meeting new people, long conversations, Shibuya, art in all forms

⚀ Dislikes: Close-mindedness, extended isolation, threats to the city, a lack of personal growth

⚀ Favorites: The colors red and black, jazz and hip hop music, Haruto Abe's house blend coffee, the word windfall, natto, money, poetry

⚀ Spending habits: Excessive spender, but very careful with his money. Gambling can sometimes be the exception, but these days he leaves his cards at home to limit his gambling.

⚀ Tics: Rubbing/holding the back of his neck, rolling a pair of dice in his hand, running his fingers through his hair, tugging his chin

⚀ Hobbies: Hanekoma seems to run a café as a primary business, but in fact this is a hobby of his. He also works as a multi-talented artist that dips his hands in almost every form of art from graffiti to music to fashion design. Hanekoma takes a deep pleasure from being an active source of growth and change in his city and does so primarily through his work as CAT. More recently, Hanekoma had learned how to tattoo, and had a tattoo parlor that he runs as a hobby as well. Appointments can be made by anyone, but the business is not advertised at all.

⚅ — Background — ⚅

⚀ Childhood: Hanekoma was born and raised in Shibuya by two loving and supportive parents. His family was always lower income, though, so they never had a glamorous or fruitful existence. During summers Hanekoma would go into the country where his grandparents lived. Death was introduced early in life with the passing of his grandfather, and he was taught to accept the natural course of life. As a student, he was charismatic and did well on his work, but he would skip out unnoticed when he thought he could get away with it. He never caused a lot of trouble, but he always bent the rules as much as possible.

⚀ Adolescence: Hanekoma was a stressed teenager, but he never showed it to those around him. He began to live to please his parents and teachers, but he yearned to experience life his own way as well. Both of his grandparents now passed, he no longer took summers in the country and instead spent his free time exploring and learning Shibuya in and out. He fell in love with the city, but he also instilled in himself a wanderlust.

⚀ Young Adulthood: As a young adult, Hanekoma began to fear the retaliation from his parents for not going into a university, and so he quickly moved away from home as soon as he could. He lived by himself and spent his days living a fairly closed in life until the day his mother called him to inform him his father was dying. He rushed home immediately, and finally he made amends with them just a few days before his father's passing, learning that he'd never had any reason to fear in the first place. He lived with his mother afterwards, but she passed mere months after his father. After this he began traveling with a gaggle of friends he'd made over the years, eager to fill the void his parents left behind. It was through this venue that he was introduced to casinos, and he became addicted to gambling. He visited a casino wherever he went and lost more and more money, until he couldn't afford to travel anymore. Still obsessed with gambling, he began spending his money in pachinko parlors and illegal gambling dens.

⚀ Adulthood: Hanekoma wasted away all of his money until he could no longer support himself, and he found himself on the streets and struggling just to exist. He spent many days in alleyways and abandoned buildings. Having worked up quite a debt, he often found himself being attacked and was always on the alert, though any time he could get money he usually found himself playing street craps with it or in some other gambling den. This carried on until one particular winter he nearly died from the elements alone and was approached by an old man offering shelter. As much as he wanted to refuse, he knew he didn't have that luxury and finally gave in. The man, named Haruto Abe, took him into his home and got Hanekoma back on his feet. Therapy, a job at his own café, training in learning how to support himself, and the love and support he hadn't seen since his parents. Hanekoma did pick himself back up and went on to open his own café, Wildkat, and slowly healed into a person that loved Shibuya once again.

⚀ Death and Afterlife: Hanekoma met his end at the hands of a man he used to borrow money from. In the end his old gambling habits caught up to him anyway. Hanekoma fought to the end, but his opponent was in possession of an illicit firearm and determined not to let him get away with his life this time. Hanekoma entered his Game a little bleary, but not without help. Abe, much to Hanekoma's surprise, was able to find him right after his registration into the Game and give him pointers, with the explanation that he had a sixth sense which allowed him to see into the UG. Hanekoma followed Abe's instructions expressly and was able to win his Game, allowing him to become a reaper (per Abe's suggestion). From there Hanekoma quickly rose in rank, casually raking in more and more souls. All the while Abe kept feeding him secrets about Composerhood and the Higher Plane and angels, priming him for the position of Producer. Once Hanekoma finally reached his ascension, he was offered the position of Producer in lieu of Composer and he took it. Abe disappeared directly after this and wouldn't be seen again for many years.

⚅ — Abilities — ⚅

⚀ Angel: As an angel, Hanekoma has the ability to see and interact with the RG, UG, and HP at any given time. He also has the ability to scan living humans, players in the Reaper’s Game, and reapers. He can jump from one universe to another. Hanekoma has knowledge of taboo noise and refinery. He will not use these abilities unless pushed to extremes, however. And finally, Hanekoma has the ability to imprint on both people and players. The most common way for him to do so is through his art and tattoo work.

⚀ Noise: Hanekoma has a noise in the form of Panthera Cantus, which act as two entities with separate abilities. Leo Cantus is fast and teleports away when hit directly. Tigris Cantus can create clones of herself and can only be hit through her shadow, not her actual body.

⚀ Human: Just through his physical body, Hanekoma has considerable skill in street fighting, and he often chooses to do most of his fighting through this method (genuine quarrels, as opposed to testing an individual, in which he would use his noise form).

⚅ — Relationships — ⚅

⚀ Overview: Hanekoma makes friends easily. That being said, he also tends to keep people at arm’s length without them really realizing it. He says very little about himself while working to get to know others on a deeply personal level, earning the trust of many despite keeping himself a secret. He enjoys being social and making new friends, and he understands the power personal bonds can have on society as a whole. He actively encourages friendship, but he will never seek to deepen a bond any further than that.

⚀ Romance: Romantic relationships are, for the foreseeable future, strictly non-canon for this blog. Hanekoma is in a romantic relationship with himself, literally, as far as his canon is concerned. However, non-canon ships are available to plot and write.

⚀ Family: Hanekoma has no biological children, but he has a few canon familial ships. The first is his Composer, Joshua (@kingsmedley), whom he treats like his son. The second is a young reaper named Joel (@mundanemiseries), whom teeters back and forth from being like a nephew to being like another son. There is also Sho Minamimoto (@the-grim-heaper), whom Hanekoma considers a child of his even if he has no solid, concrete evidence that Sho feels the same way.

⚀ Important Individuals: Haruto Abe (@falseapostle) is the man that took Hanekoma in and is an angel. Hanekoma treated him as a parent in his living life and as a mentor, but after his return they grew a closer, more romantic relationship. Now that they are separated, both physically and emotionally, Hanekoma has forgiven him but doesn't interact with him at all. Raizen (@fangedstories) is Hanekoma's warden angel, an angel that checks up on him and makes sure he isn't breaking angel law. Apichisi (@catncore) and Eanas (@dandybarista) are older angel counterparts from another universe. While interactions are largely non-canon, these two have played roles in significant canon events. Similarly, their Joshua (@the-composer) has also participated in some of these events. Hope (@hopeful-hugz) is a character that is entirely non-canon for Hanekoma, however is still important to some canon events. When speaking with other characters that have non-canon relationships and interactions with Hope, they may come up in conversation. Otherwise, Hanekoma's secondary therapy works much differently.

⚅ — Canon Events — ⚅

⚀ Hanekoma and Joshua have had multiple falling outs, the last of which resulted in Joshua going to therapy and learning how their codependency was making them both unhealthy. As a result, Joshua and Hanekoma almost never come into contact anymore, for the sake of earning independence from one another. To this day, however, Hanekoma has never been so close or so attached to any other person, and even now he will put Joshua over any other person in his life.

⚀ Hanekoma met Apichisi and Eanas while traveling and refused to take no for an answer when he tried getting in their business. The intention was to help, but the push resulted in an altercation with the universe's Joshua, which then resulted in a deeply traumatizing battle with Apichisi. Shortly after this he also exchanged words with Eanas which led to his being banned from the universe altogether. Over the time of his absence he healed, and he made amends with the universe, but he still occasionally has nightmares related to the fight with Apichisi. In this altercation Hanekoma was shot with an angelic bullet that disabled his ability to heal. This is where he received the scar on his leg, a mark where the bullet once was.

⚀ Hanekoma received an arm tattoo from Apichisi during one of his visits. He imprinted on the tattoo so Hanekoma now feels his presence at all times. Apichisi then taught him how to tattoo on others as well, effectively allowing him to take up the occupation in his own universe.

⚀ Apichisi taught Hanekoma how to preen his own feathers and preen the feathers of others. Before this point Hanekoma didn't touch them at all. To this day his wings are extremely sensitive because of this, but he does preen himself regularly now.

⚀ Hanekoma developed a crush on Eanas, and it helped to cause the events of the banning situation. Canonically, he has moved past this and now remains romantically involved with himself, but non-canon threads playing on this may still occasionally pop up.

⚀ Haruto Abe reappeared in Hanekoma's life, making the excuse that he'd been unable to visit beforehand. He began manipulating Hanekoma, making him believe that he was harmless and merely misinterpreted while threatening and mistreating everyone in Hanekoma's life. Abe continued this farce with the intention of isolating Hanekoma to the point of him returning to the Higher Plane for reconditioning. But the longer he stayed in Shibuya the more attached he became to Hanekoma's loved ones. In the end, he could no longer continue the ruse and chose to end it. Hoping to make Hanekoma hate him and earn his own exorcism, Abe ripped a feather from Hanekoma's wing. Joshua attempted to exorcise him, but only succeeded in cutting him off from the Higher Plane. Abe was transferred to Shinjuku of Apichisi and Eanas's universe. For a time after this, Hanekoma attempted to pull the feather any time it tried to come in, but eventually he allowed it to heal. Ever since this, this particular feather has always grown in shorter than the others of its like.

⚀ Hanekoma began going to therapy. ★ In compatible threads, Hanekoma attends therapy at Hope's medical facility STM, where therapists have multiversal licenses that allow them to work with angels. ★ In all other threads, Hanekoma attends therapy at a regular office, and he simply avoids talking about forbidden subjects, choosing to translate them into situations he can talk about legally (e.g. explaining the feather incident as pulling out a good chunk of his hair instead of a feather).

⚅ — Links — ⚅

⚀ Headcanons

⚀ Musings

⚀ Desires

⚀ Aesthetics

[afoolandathief]

Countdown to NaNo, Part 2/4: Character Intro — Jade Shaw

Image by @artbyeloquent

Name: Jade Elizabeth Shaw

Alias(es): The Seer of the Southwest

Age: 26

Occupation: PhD student, amateur poker player, vampire dietician

A witch and one of the few remaining seers, Jade can calculate someone's outcome down to the exact percentage point. She uses this to win poker games in Las Vegas' casinos, but her actual goal is to get her PhD in applied mathematics. A grown-up emo kid, animal lover and people hater, and quite possibly the herald of the end of the world.

Song vibes: Take Me to Churck (MILCK), Na Na Na (My Chemical Romance), A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch Me" (Fall Out Boy), I Was A Teenage Anarchist (Against Me!), Ignorance (Paramore), Jinx (Green Day), The Best Thing (We Are The In Crowd)

Post 1/4

WIP: Something Wicked

Status: Draft 3.5 (rewrite)

NaNo profile: afoolandathief

NaNoWriMo 2022 Goal: Maybe 50K? we'll see

WIP taglist: (ask to be +/-): @author-a-holmes, @avian-writes, @captain-kraken, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @digital-chance, @diphthongsfordays, @drippingmoon, @ellierenae, @enchanted-lightning-aes, @faelanvance, @fearofahumanplanet, @flowerprose, @frankiestfrank, @houndmouthed, @joaniejustwokeup, @leiwritess-moved, @mjayatlas, @outpost51, @purplezebraproductions, @rhymingteelookatme, @somealienquill, @thegreatobsesso, @thelaughingstag, @vylequinnewriting, @writing-is-a-martial-art

[merthurians-prat-and-idiot]

I now need Buddie undercover/fake dating playing poker fics pls & ty! 🙏

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[id: a 9-striped flag. from top to bottom, in order, the colors are black, charcoal gray, tabasco, bright red, white, bright red, tabasco, charcoal gray, black. the left flag has a skull and a 6-sided die. end id]

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lifegamblic

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a gender related to competitions of life or death and/or the concept of betting one’s life

for day 5 of @cocajimmycola ‘s coining event! sorry for missing a day! i chose the prompt dice (though i followed it quite loosely)

coined by me! requested by no one

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please let me know if this has been coined before!

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[ID: a purple background with white stars. black text with a white outline reads "read my dni before interacting” end ID]

[mad-hunts]

thinking about barton doing baby talk to his kids, even though he was eighteen when marcy gave birth to both matilda + louis and thus was a COMPLETELY different person, is honestly both super surreal to me and also surprisingly... sort of makes sense. because barton can NOT bring himself to be mean around babies; i mean at all, and this man loved his kids so much, which 😭 well — let me just say that his behavior has greatly changed since then, to say the least. though barton still believes he loves them in his 'own way'

[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

Saw this trend going around and caved, template below the cut