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Torture Device-Inspired Headcanons

                         These headcanons may be thematically dark or NSFW.

Judas Cradle: Would your muse rather suffer physically, or be humiliated? Heretic’s Fork: Is there something your muse will never confess to? Iron Chair: How easily does your muse cave to pressure? Brazen Bull: Has your muse ever been ‘hoist by their own petard?’ Pear of Anguish: In what ways is your muse sexually deviant, if at all? Scold’s Bridle: Is your muse a gossip? Do they nag? Lie? Slander? Catherine Wheel: How much pain can your muse withstand? Mancudera: What is the most physical pain your muse has felt? Exposure: Would your muse rather freeze to death, or burn? Crocodile Shears: Your muse must lose a body part. Which? Cat’s Paw:  What is your muse’s reaction to gore? Garrote: Your muse must kill someone. How do they do it? Saws: Would your muse rather die quick and painfully, or slow and painlessly?

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DATABASE :// REQUEST : STYXGIAN.

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Heeding altruism comes with a sigh of frost bite; she forgets herself, a stroke of a roar that is swallowed as soon as it hits her teeth——- she behooves the hounds, a beauty as green as absinthe; blood throttle vicious.

            ( She dies with feeling, just like this; the moon bows behind her and she knows naught a clue as to why. )

                                 ————————— Her gaze knows no falter. What have you?

’ ……….. Need I be afraid? ‘

                               ’ If you did not fear, you would not                                  be of FLESH; you would not function.                                  It is your body,     do    you    fear ?  ’ 

                   he stood with the pride of TYPHOEUS; the final son of                    gaia, sired by the pits recalled from which flames                    erupted. his theft of the opposites sinews however                    were not in mind. the collapsing of his breath before                    retrieving    it    once    more    vague    in    interest.

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DATABASE :// REQUEST : PRISMALIITE.

                   she stares at him; electric blue eyes narrowing                    in speculation. how odd that he SEEMS to be                    without fault, yet it is the least of her concerns.                    something tells her to be wary, &&. she heeds                    the instinct.

                                      yet, of course, that does not                                            render her to be timid.

                   shoulders pressed back, head angled, she                     is no queen, &&. she KNOWS it. simply in the                    way nova carries herself, it may be unfitting                    to the personality she keeps hidden. head                    canted to the side, she takes her own step                    forward, graceful from years of athleticism. 

                                 ’ I'd have to say no, sir. Just                                    passin’ through, is all. ‘

                   a hand brushes back dark tresses that have                    escaped her ponytail; air FILLING lungs of                    perfumed with the odd mixture of sand &&.                    old metals. she feels electricity run through                    her; a renewing sensation that brings LIFE                    to her artificial limb, &&. to her somewhat                    tired face.

                   his desire to combat the other in a verbal                    passage of time fell quickly by notice of                    the affliction. though perhaps not directly                    in view, and certainly not in his eyesight;                    there was no DOUBT that no matter the                    creature unless it was he that they fell ill.

                   destined to become a carcass of metal,                    chest torn asunder with an unlikely heart                    already devoured. the RUIN was a ruthless                    predator that did not have mercy, for it's                    eyes faced forth as it's path was only                    destruction. the desolation evolving with time.

                               ’ —— Your speech pattern, are you regularly                                           contradictory? A shortening of a letter,                                           however, providing respect prior. ’ 

                   sincerely he had nothing to go on about, instead simply                    plucking at feathers of a bird caught in the cage of wind.                     DIO begs the question of if he had come to toy with                    the being he'd come across. however, that was false.

                   anyone-- anything -- still surviving in the land of                     ruin       was       worth       being     DECODED.

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                                             「 Regime ✿ Inquiry 」                                                             あ、そうということです。

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summalis:

                                  [ GODS ] CAN BE APPEASED.                                         ｄｅｍｏｎｓ， ｈｏｗｅｖｅｒ．．．

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DATABASE :// REQUEST : PRISMALIITE.

              barren is the land that encompasses her petite                    form; feet slowly traversing across sandy terrain.                    an emptiness fills her; both the yearning for a meal                    and a good day’s rest call to her from places unknown;

                                         ( though she knows it’s her own                                           wretched HUMANITY at fault. )

              the Ruin has begun to make its way to her arm; how                    long until the cracks begin to show, she lacks knowledge                    to. she truly wonders if today will be as bleak as any                    other one. yet, reality is c r u e l. 

                                          for today, she comes across                                           something   d a n g e r o u s.

              quiet as usual, or at least for now, she keeps a distance                    from the stranger                                                   WATCHING && WAITING.                                      

                   purity was key in realm of RUIN, the structure                    of laws created by the past shattered. matter                    no longer limited. time unreliable. relevance                    undeniable as all continued with shock && restraint. 

                   he would take a single step forth, the sort to resemble                    calamity from on high. like the morning star descending                    to earth so did he, however, when he fell it was with cause;                    and thus, when his form met the ground there was no crater.

                               ’ ---- Dire for being claimed impudent, aren't you ?  ’ 

                   he spoke in a matter that the other should know of his                    existence, of what he stood for. the yet to be crowned                    king of RUINed land. the emperor that will deliver all                    from death. the new GOD to embellish the land anew.

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DATABASE :// REQUEST : CASSHERN.

            ‘ then take it from me ! ‘

                     arms thrown apart, slashed to the sides in an                  open gesture— though empty is the space between,                    void of true possibility; even if the underlying                                           sentiment remained earnest.

                             he wanted none of this burden; no piece of its                                agony, no fraction of its torment.

                  AT PEACE would he be,                      if he could only rid himself of it.

                                               ‘ you act like i went in search of it.                                                    i never wanted this,                                                            nor do i understand why i have it ! ‘

                               ’ Yet you COMMITTED slaughter,                                  it is because you are Casshern;                                  death will follow you endlessly. ’ 

                   there was an irony in his statement, as if to say he,                     DIO, would not have done the same had he known the                    effects. an endless cycle of life, to conquer until the                    world collapses without his pillars. the second piece of                    irony was the FEAR the world would experience had the                    two somehow gathered to formulate a duo of the "apocalypse".

                   figure flickered in the air, as if he had vanished and                    reappeared. his digits gathering around the alabaster                    suit, clawing the material into a vice grip.

                               ’ Why do you fight then ? ’

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                   DIO saw this as equal to having a weapon only to never so much as view it was being such; a turn of events upon where weakness is cultivated. where whatever part of him encapsulates where he can experience emotion seeming more and more tempting to remove. 

                   a primary function to re-populate deemed failure. serving as an ultimatum to emperors deemed respectable. now? he was beside an arrogant human that didn’t seem to know when to stop claiming he knew his way. more than a dozen times had DIO had to prove him wrong in directions. 

                   are you being played a fool?

                                            was ignorant flesh made capable truly attempting to toy with you?

                   the thoughts were quickly discarded as the exit came to view, it had been merely an hour that felt like an eternity. what began as his wandering about entered a realm of encountering whatever his name was. 

                               ’ Cease that, ’two digits captured a cigarette nearing his lips, ’ it’ll be the death of your lungs, Asuka. ’

                   his breath shortened as he flicked it to the ground, he was continuing to harbor weakness.

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DATABASE :// REQUEST : HYPNOTYSED.

        ryou falls silent. his hands slip into the pockets of his pants,         fingers curling inwards towards his palms. brows arch finely         and then furrow, his forehead creasing. what’s that supposed         to mean? neither? so what, he isn’t human?

        the blond dares take a step forward. gravel crunches beneath         his shoes. he squares his shoulders. nostrils twitch.

        ` that’s not an answer. `

                   DIO feel momentarily silent in response to his statement,                    his stance. was this aggression? was he being genuinely                    confident and attempting to take some stand? though the                    unification of flesh and cybernetics rested on the thought                    of avoiding nonsense, it was all the while pleasant.

                               ’ I am superior to you, is that an answer ? ’

                   somewhere, within the confines of his form, he was still able                    to bleed. perhaps that was the part which caused him to his retort.

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DATABASE :// REQUEST : HYPNOTYSED.

        yeah. definitely off-putting. the question catches him when         he’s off guard and he blinks rapidly as it processes, but not         before he squawks out a loud, ` what? ` then finally realizes         what was asked.

        ` i’m a human. `

        or so he thinks. there’s many things ryou asuka does not know         about himself.

        there’s a slight pause. wind brushes past his ears, ruffling         golden locks. the cigarette is dropped to the ground and he         crushes it ‘neath his heel.

        ` what about you? `

                   the answer given was what he desired, the one which                    oracles far before this era spoke of; the atonement of                    all curiosity and undecided civility. perhaps, he would                    not act out on need for growth in power or demonstration                    in power. though his tone seemed unsure when applied                    to his prior proclamation, DIO acknowledged as retaining                    some truth.

                               ’ Beautiful. ’ 

                   it was not directed at the bearer of humanity himself, no,                    it was for the humanity which existed. perhaps his time                    had not waster, and by all terms he had come to find life.                    ` what about you? ` a fair question, and with it comes a                    chance to place a frame upon the others knowledge.

                               ’ I am neither. ’

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DATABASE :// REQUEST : HYPNOTYSED.

        ` yeah, i’m hilarious. `

        tone blasé. he pulls his cigarette from his lips and flicks the         ashes from the tip. lazy blue eyes search the face of the other,         then meet his eyes without flinching. arms fold ‘cross his chest         and he rolls the cigarette in his teeth. live a little, he thinks, no         doubt finding the other’s overall demeanor quite… off-putting.

                   he was soon to be searching the area around                    him, losing immediate interest in the person                    which---- -- - 

                               ’ You. What are you ? ’ 

                   a question turned command, perhaps the tightening                    in his chest could be applied to being aggravated or,                    truthfully, the idea of something forged of 'pure human'                    essence              standing               before               him.

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DATABASE :// REQUEST : HYPNOTYSED.

        ` … nice outfit. you some kind of street performer? `

        smoke flows from his mouth as he speaks, directed         right at the stranger’s face. a smile curls at the edges         of his lips, but it is not at all warm and welcoming. there’s         a hint of mockery behind it.

                   he could've managed a chuckle, had it not been for                    the otherwise odd manner of introduction. the smoke                    in of itself was of curiosity to him. serving no purpose,                    the compounds, to him, vague.

                               ’ How comedic. ’

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DATABASE :// REQUEST : ELEKTRONIFIED.

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                        pearly whites glisten with crimson, lips pulled back                         into a vicious snarl. she must resemble a beast with the                         way she growled and spat, shoving things back into her                         bag with aggression. her eyes shoot up to the—-??? 

                               ” —th’fuck are you lookin’ at, metalhead ? ”

                   crude. sharp-tongued. arrogant at best in terms of                    functionally. by his standards, woefully primal. o'                    poorest child of dreadful selection, how unfortunate                    to encounter the apex of a survival; the INDRA to mortals.

                               ’ Pity. ’