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📑 Favorite part of your muse’s backstory?

This isn’t really like a specific “part” of his backstory per se, but the difference in personality between pre-failed-rebellion Katsuie and post-failed-rebellion Katsuie cracks me up every time. XD Past!Katsuie is this terribly confident (bordering on overconfident) young man who won’t shut up about how the Oda clan (and especially its leader, Nobunaga) is all-powerful and will one day conquer everything. He also has a huge sense of entitlement, which leads to him later trying to kill his boss (Nobunaga) to try to become king. Not to mention how he feels entitled to another man’s wife, as well. XD Meanwhile, Default!Katsuie…has pretty much given up. Like, on everything. He hardly even speaks, and even when he does, he only makes some sort of creepy yokai-related comment, or he moans about how he’s in despair because of his poor life choices. Past!Katsuie and Default!Katsuie seem like almost completely different characters at times, although they definitely have their similarities —– they’re both envious and greedy people, they both have a huge sense of entitlement when it comes to certain things / people, etc.

📝 Favorite headcanon for your muse?

          ❝ if i  ever have to bow down to somebody,   it’s not going to be you. ❞

Of course he had no say in the matter, becoming what he is now. A slave, some might say or a friend as the other’s might... He wasn’t so sure what he was exactly, but he knew his position had a name- he was educated on what position was. Almost the same as where he had originally been found before being chosen. Everyone said it was such a high honor to be the prince’s whipping boy, but if you asked Layle, it was the same as being in the orphanage, only this time it didn’t happen as often as he thought. In fact, he had been lured into a false sense of security that nothing was going to happen to him. He got extra luxuries that boys his age and status would only ever dream of and... he had a decent relationship to his master. The young prince whom he never called by name let alone really talked to. But he listened. Layle was a good listener.

Although he had been schooled in what his position involved, he had forgotten about it until now. Something had been done and the young prince had been accused of the crime only they couldn’t hurt him... they weren’t allowed to. That’s where Layle came in- and that’s where Layle began crying. He hadn’t been hit, he hadn’t been burned or anything, but simply hearing the tone of the older man’s voice so loud and angry brought Layle to the ground in a mess of tears.

He was scared. He didn’t want to be hurt- he hadn’t done anything wrong..! But as the whipping boy, it was his duty to suffer the punishment in the prince’s place. But Layle just couldn’t. This man reminded him of one of his caretakers, one who yelled a lot and smacked the poor boy around for even the smallest mistakes... He was so scared that he seemed almost glued to the floor as the man tried to prompt the boy up so he could properly take what punishment he chose.

He doesn’t want to.

don’t you DARE, SOPHIE

“Stop harassing the children and eat your vegetables.” 

“King!!” There he was! The castle always felt so much bigger when you were looking for someone, especially as empty rooms started to fill with more friends. At least most people had a general idea where Xander was- not like trying to find some of the assassins under the prince’s employ. 

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It’s his call, the advent of the most important holiday in the whole year!!

Not only he puts on the fake, red nose and firmly attaches his twin swords on his waist, no, he also wears a hooded union-suit with reindeer’s ears, as well as a bell, decorated with a huge puffy bow on top. At each rushed step, each bounce, jingles could be heard. He’s been waiting since October finally ended; overflowing, ( more than the usual, way more, ) with enthusiasm, spirit, exuberance— and is keen to share those feelings.

The non-stopping chiming approaches to where the king stands, clink, clank, merry boy making his appearance - running, arms lifted, flailing them, beaming at the other with flushed cheeks. In fact, witnesses of the scene could affirm he is, in a literal manner of speech, sparkling, filling the room with fairy dust and tiny, shimmering stars.

( Nobody would dare to question such an odd, flamboyant individual is the leader sleigh-puller either; by attitude alone, he could light up even the darkest path. )

kouhai king

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