#|ask meme|

send 📺 + a question, and my muse’s shadow will answer it!

  " Aren't you tired of being nice? don't you want to go apeshit? heh... hilarious line, very tempting, very fitting. " The laugh of the judge's shadow is horrid, maniacal, derranged through its wheezing breathing as long, canine fangs glisten to the moonlight of the forest, golden, wide open eyes tearing in amusement as he wipes them away with a clawed hand. " Ahhh that would be rich... "

  " But what is the point of it when you can't enjoy it? When you get punished even for feeling the only pleasure you can feel anymore? What is the point of enjoying yourself for such a fleeting time? NOTHING! It is an insult, it is a bastarded unfair punishment after already an overkill! " The red mage continues, a bitter, bleeding smile moving on ravaged lips with several inhuman teeth tearing further into the skin and muscle, like a moth tearing its cocoon, or a demon shredding its mortal hide to blend among humans...

Tell me a headcanon you have for my muse.

Yup, right on spot...

He hardly enjoys himself... and even then most joys at this point feel hollow, unsatisfying and thoroughly frustrating.

He’s got to make sure the next king, his actual, younger brother is ready for it. His father had him get some lessons, but nowhere near the lessons needed before his mentors died from age, and he himself got killed by bellegur after the mage king began slaugthering indiscriminately in the battlefield. And that takes time, time he cannot afford to lose. Not when there is so much to do and time that doesn’t even is enough to do half of it.

On top of it his condition hardly makes it easy. His magic makes most activities he enjoyed into agonic experiences, as his body continuously is burnt and healed by his magic. And when his mind doesn’t fails him, he is too self concious to ever leave the castle and do some, in a very negative way.  Not like he would enjoy it for long... he would ALLWAYS have guards and at least three mages hounding around making sure to keep him in check, which both takes away the pleasure or the efficiency of these little things. He honestly only does them when he is unable to calm down by other means...

Eventually though, this is not enough, and only violence seems to please and and ease his mind.

In hindsight... perhaps she should have warned.

It was a relative usual checkup, making sure that nothing was going wrong, or worse than it already was. Patching wounds that were, and the usual check on the efficiency of the medications. Nothing too out of the usual, or what was left of the usual she had known. But then again, she hadn’t thought about that, not on a long while. had she? As her friend’s partner hand inspected every inch, there was hardly any sign of prevalent damage, or malformations. And from the response reflexes, she supposed she wouldn’t need a new one for some small while. The feathers continued to grow, and the muscles attached reacted properly.

And then there had been something about it, the movement he had done, along the nature of his clawed hands, the... distant cold intent behing it, that set her off like a loaded arrow on crossbow.

The scar had been sitting there for a while, a long one. running across her har back in a morrowin manner to Gilrin’s, only far less visible, some dare say veiled perfectly by the hands of time. four long stripes, matching with surgical accuracy to his fingers if only ruined by the absence of a fifth one. A cruel joke from perhaps a cruel whim of chance, as hands trace down a perfect path.

It felt like hot iron running on her spine, as the memory resurfaces. The smell of flowers pleasantly, giving soon way to a quick turn to the metalic smell and taste of blood. Along a horrid pain to the laughing of a man, only deafened by the roars of a monster lost on what she supposed must have been equal torture. One that must have long since broken the being beyond the recovery she got...

Or well.. she thought she had.

The response is quick, and harsh. As joints crack and nearly pop from her suddenly turning, one arm pushing him with enough force to knock him away. Just in time to her own teeth sinking on her other arm’s wrist. Breath leaving her nostrils heavily, struggling to remain even as eyes remain wide and aimless. Fingers twitching to the struggling need to ramaining still. She wasn’t there, he wasn’t that man’s plaything, nor was he that man.

The free arm shakingly goes to the side of her chest, burying tallons deep enough to keep her head focused on that. Instead of the cries on her head urging her foward to a possible threat, a threat she knows isn’t one.

She supposed she still wasn’t over it.

Send me a ♦ if your character has ever had sexual thoughts about mine

He can def try to tap the mage’s booty.

Just watch the overprotective barking lot, might or might not do something, who really knows. Also the mage’s heart, likely the heart is fragile and soft, like in all of them, don’t be fooled.

Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

[doing the answer pre-war, may post a post-war of them as ghost later, for contrasts]

...

“ Good buddies... would be nice to be with, but... I don’t think either of our kins would appreciate our friendship, but I’m fine with formal relationships. I mean, a human mage noble? Friends with them? Scandalous! “

“ Kind ones, I am thankfull they had been open minded enough to allow my project. It speaks volumes of the good and kind will of monsterkind, if only mine could do the same. “

“ I find more pleasantries on their company than of mine own, suffice to say. They are far easier to deal with. “

“ Sadly, for all I have lived, my experiences with monsterkind are more often on the field, than off duty except for the few spare among former fellow soldiers of them, however I have heard naught but good... if not a few amusing tales. I think they are... not bad as my kind often portrays them to be, I am gratefull they are willing to trust me with few of their people to aid in my missions... great men and women walk among their files. “

“ I get enough shit from Agar and the rest, fuck off, I ain’t talking or thinking about them demons, Let me go back to my work. “

“ Pretty chill folk, from what I’ve heard, haven’t gotten to hang around them, but I’ve heard tales from their kingdom’s Judges. Dork folks too, I would prank them but I’d likely get caught and in trouble... monster would pick up my deed easier than mages or humans... doesn’t mean I don’t want to though... “