Something that I think came out of his Plant Monster arc is that I think I really realized how power hungry and mean Red is. Prior to this, his characterization was more UwU Flower Boy; he was nice and didn't really want to hurt anyone. But with this arc, and the introduction of the Enemy Within with his plant infection, he internalized the Horror Hunger and let himself become the monster. After a certain point, I was writing him and realizing that there wasn't a distinction between what he wanted and what the plants wanted, which was... Both shocking and appropriate (because I too love the abuse of power, and is why I don't like to take leadership positions).
He likes to hurt people! It helps him feel safe and independent, like he can't be touched or hurt by anyone, and that he doesn't need them. On some level, I think he does enjoy the fear and terror he can invoke in people too. But it is also a profoundly lonely experience, and I think that's something that ties into his themes of isolation and ostracization really well.
Regardless, that desire for power is something that I've had to reckon with in his characterization recently. As much as I love a power fantasy, I also think that characters who're eternally at the top becomes boring, and Red, at his core, is just an Everyman. After a certain point, his powers become rote, and it doesn't play well in an rp setting, so how do you balance out the fact that he has Horror Hunger with Just Another Guy energy? It's something I'm still figuring out :P
Also, while I was reading the Horror Hunger article, there's a note at the bottom that says: "Oh, and in case it isn't obvious, expect the Horror Hunger to be used as a metaphor for addiction." While I think you could read Red's situation as addiction, I primarily think of it as a metaphor for medical health. I don't think it's something that I've particularly pushed in my writing or thinking of him, but it's something that I'd like to incorporate into his characterization more.
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Deka grins as Uriel's claw (he could never wear something like that; it was almost two inches long and barely a nail) scratches at the scar on his calf. He pulls his petticoat up higher and grins down at his friend. "I got that," he says with a touch of pride. "From tripping over an old board with a nail in it. I almost got tetanus then, but my coworker at the time looked at it and said it was okay." That's not actually what his coworker said, but that wasn't really important.
What was important was the fact that Deka had more scars to show off, and he was flush with beer-driven disregard. His skirts ruffle as he hikes the hem up even higher, past his socks, past his knee, past his over-the-knees, and the garter belt, until it stops at the middle of his thigh.
The chair rocks unsteadily on it's mismatched feet as Deka leans forward to gesture at a gnarly bite mark that stretches across his skin. "I dunno how I got that one," he grins. "But my cousin down the road said it was probably a dog bite."
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Kai shivers as their hand traces the tattoo, breath catching in his throat in a gut-twisting wash of fear and heartbreak and arousal and anger and and and-
He breathes out carefully, and smiles down at Nat as they rest their head on his bare stomach, body warm between his legs. Their nails catch on the stacked scars beneath the bleeding ink and it hurts, still. He suppresses a shudder and runs a hand through their mimic hair.
"Do you like it?" he asks with a hungry nervous laugh, leg tilting slightly to show off the black bite mark on his inner thigh. "It's, um, it's hers. My girlfriend's." Please don't look too closely.
Kalmar laughs, light and shrill -- tosses amulet up into the air one last time before catching the chain in his quick fingers. (They had been warned mere minutes ago about how delicate and potentially hazardous it was. But given how much the faculty had to say about a mere wand of conflagration, he had never been inclined to take them seriously.)
"R--eally?" He says, and leans in with mock seriousness. "I have a secret for you, Ms. Xalbis Alni Banxi Isosolys Yola."
[ COOKIES ]: the sender and the receiver spend the night in the kitchen decorating cookies together. Jay and the band
Jay waves a spoon at Cyrus with the biggest shit-eating smirk. "You want some icing Cy? You're gonna get icing." It's absolutely dripping off the spoon but it looks chunky and a little bit like plastic, half-melted and weirdly striped from unmixed food coloring.
This is why he's not allowed in the kitchen.
One hand swipes at Cy's nose with a glob that sticks. He snorts, then giggles. "You look like, like fuckin'... a mouse or something. Mouse that's gonna eat all the cookies."
Actually, he's absolutely eaten more than his fair share of his cookies, and it's not like he's going to stop, because he swipes his spoon over yet another victim and pops the cookie into his mouth. "What's all 'f this for anyway, Jer?"
