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@forebcding
#forebcding — independent && private rp blog for a DEMON OC, based sony's KPOP DEMON HUNTERS. mutually exclusive. low activity. minors dni. written by nikan ( she / her ), 28, CET. established 28/07/2025.
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DISCLAIMER: there will be body horror, violence, cannibalism and other disturbing themes present.
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if yeong-won got a more modern reaper outfit like the saja boys got for their your idol performance, it'd look something like this
Impolite, but a necessity. Rumi is no stranger from telling the odd white lie - but even more common slipping from her tongue. The guise to protect, to hide, almost second nature & without a passing beat. Irony was not lost on her, demons were always looking for an easy route ; lying their ways into people's hearts & minds alike. They were all the same, but Rumi was unsure, as if there was some semblance of honesty - hidden under a guise to lure her in.
❝ A demon being honest? Now I've seen it all.❞ Much easier to end the wretched thing before it became too much of a hassle, but didn't. If she expected something from her ; Rumi wasn't willing to give. She'd wait - bide her time, wait for the moment to make itself known. It's what she was trained for, appear harmless, just for a little while.
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❝ you've seen far from all, dear. ❞ she tilts her head, then, the faintest hint of a shrug tugging at her shoulders 'neath the heavy fabric of her hanbok. the huntress lacked the experience brought upon by age. admittedly, a human's life span was too short for them to learn aught of significance one way or another, but she can be patient and bear with their ignorance. for a while, at least. ❝ but yes. i do not lie. i find such notions quite obnoxious. ❞ to be genuine in her cruelty, lay it all bare as she rips and tears through flesh... isn't that rather beautiful?
❝ now, little dove. will you not show me your patterns? ❞ a simple enough request, she reckons.
Ladies from manga [022/100] Shutara Senjumaru ✄ Bleach
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it's rare that he seeks her out. not out of a particular fear or dislike of her company, of course; gwi-ma simply keeps him busy. if anything, the breaks in their chats make the next coming one all the more anticipated.
he waves to her now with a demon's head still held tight in his hand.
❝ oi, yeong-won !! you'll never guess what this fucker said 'fore i took his head off his shoulders !! ❞
@takedcwn
fingers rake through dark strands, separating and detangling each and every knot gently, removing flakes of dry blood. it's been yet another slow day, trapped in the underworld as she is, and her meager meals are only so filling. thus, feeling another demon's presence approach is a most welcome change ⸺ especially realizing that it's arsenal that deigns to visit her. eyebrow twitches briefly hearing the man bellow out a crude insult towards his latest victim, although she's quick to smoothe out her expression. she knows him well enough by now for his crude patterns of speech to be . . . tolerable.
❝ hm . . . ❞ gaze travels from the demon to the head dangling in his hand. empty expression, eyes glazed. there's blood still dripping to the ground 'neath, drawing a soft smile from yeong-won. with a slow exhale, she drops her hands into her lap. ❝ perhaps that he will kill you? or that you cannot kill him? or something equally foolish. ❞ it's a rather common occurrence in her experience ⸺ denial turning into manic overestimation turning into despair turning into the highest degree of agony. a beautiful process, truly. ❝ but do enlighten me, dear arsenal. i'd welcome a surprise. ❞
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐕 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
→ 𝐕 . NSFW
❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse . ❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] . ❛ go down . go down on my muse . ❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops . ❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse . ❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body . ❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .
❪ ⋅ ☽ ⋆ — ┊❛ 🇾🇴🇴🇳 🇲🇮🇳-🇯🇺🇳 ❜ ❫ WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE to her ? A tour guide? One of those museum curators who jumped at the bit to overexplain a historical significance like it was part of their personality? Still, those in power above him tended to look down on his work like it was second nature -- ohhhh, you must be so not busy since you're in the Underworld again! Ohhhh, you must want to show me around like I'm Gwi-ma! His features don't change, his head tilting at her as though what she'd said actively confused him. ❝ Oh, it's been...so long since I was there! ❞ (read: thirteen years had passed him by since the day he'd been there and, even if it was only a blip on the radar, he was LAZY and so much had changed). ❝ Maybe I could take you to a museum for a better experience! ❞ Drop her off and head out to retrieve some ice cream while he waited for her to drip feed herself some culture from above...
her head tilts the moment his does, watching him with distant amusement. there's a shift in the air, in his demeanor. something she cannot pinpoint exactly. a vague notion, at most. entertaining nonetheless. perhaps a smidge rude, but she lets it slide this time. ❝ hm. a better experience, you say? ❞ oh, something tells her that her having a better experience is certainly no concern of his. but... well. whatever this museum might be, as long as there were people there, she'd find a way to kill time and get her fill. quite literally, even. ❝ why, if you say so. i'd be most grateful. ❞ not that it matters much to her one way or another. ❝ i assume quite a few humans spend their time at a museum, no? i'd be rather disappointed otherwise. ❞
She can feel the gnawing curiosity weigh heavy on her - curiosity accompanied by a rising dread that she can't ignore. Every instinct screams that she should attack this demon, yet even stronger than that is the entirely new desire to simply... run. And never look back.
Rumi's instincts have never lead her astray, and the pull of her duty leads her to stand still for a fraction of a second. That hesitance, she thinks, will cost her, for now she could attempt to turn tail and run, but those... arms have come closer, and she's now at risk of losing should she turn her back.
She tenses. Eyes narrow. "And how long do you plan to only look, demon?" Slowly, her arm shifts behind her, summoning to hand her blade.
a predator eyeing her prey, taking note of every shift, every twitching muscle. the hand moving behind her back. smile grows wider just a tad, unnaturally so, revealing sharp canines ⸺ perhaps a second set of sharper teeth further back in a maw ready to ravish and devour. yet the image is gone within a split second, leaving yeong-won appearing nigh harmless in its stead.
❝ however long you allow me to, little hunter. ❞ or rather... however long her nerves, frayed at the edges as they are, would allow her to stay where she is. ❝ or perhaps you would prefer me to refer to you as little demon? ❞
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Fists clench at his sides. Yeong-Won is not wrong. Eternity spreads itself out before his mind's eye, infinite and ominous with no salvation in sight. It is what he deserves, yet he cannot dismiss who he used to be, and those he had sold out to be here.
He looks away at her words. He hears the voices of his family, the tears formed from his betrayal. He feels the guilt gnaw at him.
"I cannot deny that I yearn for the human world, my lady." Quiet. Respectful. He closes his eyes and allows the illusion of his human form to dissipate. Here, in the underworld, he is home, no matter how much it does not feel like it. "Is it so obvious? Or perhaps it is more obvious to you, who has watched over all demonkin for as long as I have known you?"
she hums, eyes fixed on the far younger demon before her as his patterns show, gentle smile ever curling her lips. ❝ oh, it is quite obvious to me, dear. ❞ observation of the demons inhabiting this plane of existence is one of the few pastimes yeong-won indulges in on the daily. most of them dull and uninteresting, jinu proves to hold her attention rather long. not least of all because the demoness is fond of his talent in music, requesting for him to play the bipa and sing for her quite frequently.
❝ although i suppose your disdain for the underworld and your place in it is unmistakeable to anyone that cares to look at you properly. ❞ a contrarian. perhaps it is a given, though, knowing that he was once human not too long ago, unlike many of the other demons residing here. was she born a demon herself, or was she human once? yeong-won cannot remember ⸺ nor does she care to anymore. how interesting it'd be to see if jinu would one day forget about who he used to be.
i might be a little less active/slower with responses the rest of the week since we're finishing up some renovations in my place this week (i've been living without a kitchen and proper bathroom and. proper anything overall for over a month lol). plus my anemia is getting worse so i just feel ✨ bad and tired ✨
but i'll probably be here for a bit later on. after i watched the barbie movie with my dad
“Don’t want somebody else taking the place of me.”
@agmauinolae ⸺ prompt. ⸺ accepting.
amused glint in her eyes, the demoness observes eodunn from but a small distance away. ❝ it'd be quite unfortunate if somebody did, ❞ she hums in agreement, seemingly unconcerned. the man's temper significantly worsened ever since the saja boys struck a deal with gwi-ma and made their debut in the human world. frankly, the disdain he holds for anyone's music but his own is rather amusing to observe. yet perhaps she must consider herself lucky that she never indulged in the creation of songs and the like, lest she'd have to bear his inconvenient fury, as well. ❝ however, i reckon you have other strengths that set you apart, no? you needn't worry overly so, then. ❞
celebration.
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Shutara Senjumaru. — 修多羅 千手丸
She definitely does look like some kind of saint or goddess, anyway she might wore her hair open when she was still just a Shinigami and no Royal Guard. Meanwhile I am sure, much like Mayuri, she changed often her style.
“What does it matter if I lie to you?”
@royalpop ⸺ prompt. ⸺ accepting.
❝ i'm not fond of liars. it's quite impolite, wouldn't you say? ❞ there's a dangerous glint in her otherwise dead, vacant eyes, her gaze fixed on the young huntress. yeong-won appears nigh human otherwise, the skeletal limb she usually dons retracted and hidden. yet she feels an itch, now. to reach forth, grab, pull and tear apart at the mere implication of dishonesty.
perhaps there is a certain irony to a demon rejecting the notion of lying, one who is forced to remain in the underworld with accursed and wretched souls that will lie and lie and lie to serve but their own purposes. they don't see the beauty in sincerity. and being sincere about your true nature, all the filth and cruelty lying beneath a mask of goodwill and innocent, is the most beautiful of all. ❝ so don't lie to me, little dove. i prefer genuine conversations. ❞
