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I think I’ve officially outgrown tumblr fanfics, it’s hard to find decent new stuff that isn’t just another smau full of poorly written characters that are nothing like their original personalities. For fandoms like Jujutsu Kaisen all the men are written like Toji=mean+horny, Sukuna=mean+less horny, Gojo=teasing+horny with little to any more depth. Or like Tokyo Revengers where most of the guys are given the same personality depending on if they’re categorized as confident or quiet. Then they make all dom-leaning characters talk with a forced accent that they definitely do not have, sometimes it’s a blaccent other times it’s a lot of “gi’me” instead of give me or “ya” instead of you. Its gotten to a point where they straight up just won’t say full words and I cannot describe the visceral ick it gives me lol. Don’t get me wrong I’ve been able to find good stuff on here before and I don’t doubt that there are good writers in these fandoms, it’s just getting harder to come by. I stopped using Wattpad for similar poor writing and it’s sad to see it happening here now.

Edit: I don’t plan on replying to the ppl reblogging this bc most of them are not approaching the conversation with the same level of maturity as I have.

If you think that having a blank blog means that you’re not able to give criticism as a reader then you’re just wrong idk what to tell you. That’s the reality that comes with writing and posting your work, that by no means justifies stuff like harassment or bullying, but that’s clearly not what I’ve done. Sorry if you took my opinions personally bc you have a 👀certain👀 taste in fanfic and smut tho lol

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"Y/n threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun"

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A Day in the Life of A Prince

A Café where students would regularly visit for eating, chatting, or studying, two students, who are from Takamagahara High school, are spotted sitting at the corner with a long pane window showing the bright and vibrant hues painted across the afternoon sky.

"How does it taste?" Hirahara Shousuke, The treasurer of the Student Council, has an air of elegance and composure. His long, smooth midnight-colored hair cascades gracefully over his shoulders, strands gleaming faintly under the room's lights, the inky black locks, and his dark skin had a warm undertone which contrast beautifully with his captivating sapphire eyes, framed by fluttering lashes.

The delicate curve of his cupid's bow softens his otherwise composed expression, adding a touch of allure, seemingly holding a secret depth, reflecting both intelligence and a hint of mystery as he sat in front of another boy who is also a part of the Student Council.

Sitting across from him is the vice president, a boy with tousled blonde hair that catches the light and sharp emerald eyes that seem to pierce through anything in their path. His expression is aloof, lips set in a faint frown that accentuates his naturally cold demeanor. Despite his rude and dismissive attitude, there's an undeniable attraction to his confidence and the way he carries himself, it is no wonder how he could break so many hearts.

He chews slowly before swallowing. "Cinnamon muffin and you squeezed in lime."

"Whaaaat? You knew?? Come on!" The second year treasurer whined as the boy in front of him scoffed,

"You think I did not expect you bullshitting me? Please. Besides," he picks up a mochi donut and shoves it to Shousuke's mouth to cease his whining, "I've been dragged by President Horimiya and forced to swallow every single pastry she purchased."

The vice president furrowed his brows, a look of genuine discomfort crossing his face. "It makes me shiver just thinking about it," he muttered, voice dripping with disdain. 

Shousuke swallowed the mochi donut, brushing a stray crumb from the corner of his mouth with an air of casual elegance. "Well, it has its pros, doesn't it?" he hummed. "You get to be close to your crush and eat free food." He plucked up one of the pastries in front of him, biting into it with a satisfied sigh as he savored the sweetness. 

A blonde brow twitched in visible irritation. "Stop saying I have a crush on her. I don't," the vice president snapped, tone sharp but faltering just enough to make Shousuke's smile widen. 

Shousuke merely shrugged, lips curling into a playful smile that showed just a hint of teeth. "Who knows," he mused, tilting his head thoughtfully. "Maybe your feelings will slowly develop as you spend time with her. She's beautiful and talented, after all." 

The vice president scoffed, but the faint dusting of pink on his cheeks betrayed him. "You're insufferable," he grumbled, glaring daggers at Shousuke, who only chuckled in response, clearly enjoying every second of it.  

Shousuke picked up a teriyaki with a grin, leaning forward until the savory treat was just a breath away from his kouhai's lips. "And don't forget to invite me as your best groomsman, 'meo," he chimed, ending his sentence with a playful wink. 

Arakawa Yumeo— the infamous Blackhearted Prince of the school —fixed him with a glare that could freeze over hell. Befriending this cold-hearted prince had been no easy feat; in fact, Hirahara Shousuke hadn't really done anything to become friends with him. But that was a tale for another day. 

Yumeo's emerald eyes narrowed suspiciously, but after a moment's hesitation— and a dramatic sigh— he parted his lips and accepted the teriyaki, chewing with an air of begrudging defeat. "Why are you pushing me towards her in the first place?" he muttered between bites, voice low and irritated. "You don't even like her at all." 

Shousuke hummed thoughtfully, tapping a slender finger to his chin as if in deep contemplation. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and after a beat, he snapped his fingers with an exaggerated flourish. "Ah, that's easy," he replied, clasping his hands together before pointing his index fingers at the blonde. "Because you two are hot." 

Yumeo paused mid-chew, the faintest twitch in his brow betraying his irritation. His expression flattened into a deadpan stare, unimpressed and dangerously close to murderous. "Are you serious." 

"Absolutely," Shousuke replied without missing a beat, resting his chin in his palm with a lazy grin. "Think of the power couple you'd make. The whole school would swoon." 

Yumeo's glare darkened, the tips of his ears turning suspiciously red. "You're such an idiot," he muttered, reaching for a pastry if only to resist the urge to strangle his smug senpai. 

"An idiot with taste," Shousuke countered, chuckling softly. "Don't worry, 'meo, I'll give a great speech at your wedding." 

Yumeo let out a long-suffering sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I hate you," he grumbled, but the lack of heat in his voice made the raven haired boy smile, putting his arms up in mock surrender.

"Okay okay, it's because she's talented in– weeeeell..." He waves his hand into a circle, "every and all aspects. She's sweet, she's kind, she's quick-witted and all great things said about her by other students seem to be true whenever we interact with her. And if she ever has flaws, her positive traits are high enough to look overlook them, I mean, who would not be attracted to her?"

Horimiya Izanami— the sun of the school, a bright light that everyone seeks and is sought after. Her smile could melt the frostiest of hearts, and her laughter seemed to chase away even the darkest shadows. Teachers adored her, students admired her, and not a single flaw could be found in her polished demeanor. Wouldn't it be interesting to see the prince of heartbreaks get together with the personification of the sun? 

Shousuke popped a cream puff into his mouth with nonchalance, chewing thoughtfully before speaking. "Unless," he mused, licking a bit of cream from the corner of his lips, "you're someone who isn't sexually or romantically interested in anyone and everyone. Hell, if I were straight, I'd probably fall for her." His tone was light, but his sapphire eyes glinted with curiosity as they fixed on Yumeo. 

The aforementioned heartbreaker sipped his tea calmly, as if they weren't discussing his love life— or lack thereof —over a pile of pastries. After a moment, he set his cup down with a soft clink, emerald eyes narrowed and unimpressed. "You consider romance as something boring or frivolous," he remarked coolly, a challenge laced in his voice. "So why bother pushing it on me?" 

Shousuke let out a hum, resting his chin onto his palm. "Well..." he drawled, flicking a strand of midnight hair over his shoulder. "Because seeing you flustered is hilarious. And," he added with a sly smile, "you're always so grumpy— maybe a little sunshine would do you good." 

Yumeo's glare sharpened, but the faint dusting of pink on his cheeks betrayed him. "You're insufferable," he muttered, reaching for another pastry with a bit more force than necessary. 

Shousuke gave a shrug in response, popping another cream puff into his mouth with a hum of delight. "Ah, but you like it," he teased, words muffled slightly by the pastry. 

Yumeo groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I swear, one of these days—" 

"You'll fall for my charms?" Shousuke interrupted, curling a strand of his hair with his finger.

"In your dreams," Yumeo snapped, ears burning red as Shousuke's chuckle echoed warmly amongst the chatter of students in the Café.

Shousuke, despite being nominated as the treasurer, kept a strict policy of doing exactly what his title required— nothing more, nothing less.

You wanted him to count and distribute funds for the school? He'd do it, swiftly and efficiently.

Needed someone to organize the budget? He'd already be one step ahead, neat spreadsheets and reports ready with almost mechanical precision. However, the moment anyone suggested that the Student Council members were required to give speeches, attend ceremonies, or show face at any public event that didn't directly involve his duties, Shousuke would whip out an excuse and dip out. 

Rumors, trends, parties, and social events held no appeal to him. The mere thought of wasting energy on small talk, listening to the rich brats bragging about their achievements and parents wealth, or pretending to care about school gossip was exhausting. His avoidance was so consistent that most of the council had stopped talking to him involving mindless chatter altogether— except for Yumeo, of course. 

One day, Yumeo found him on the rooftop, reclining against the chain-link fence with lazy elegance, a book propped open in one hand and a half-eaten chicken bread in the other. Below, the sounds of applause and muffled speeches drifted up faintly from the ceremony Shousuke was very much supposed to be attending. 

Yumeo crossed his arms, emerald eyes narrowing in mild irritation. "Skipping another one, huh." He remarked, a statement rather than a question, but there was no real bite in his tone—only the weary exasperation of someone who was too used to Shousuke's antics by now. 

Without bothering to look up, Shousuke took another bite of his chicken bread, chewing leisurely before responding. "People bore me, so does socializing," he said flatly, flicking a page of his book with a slender finger. "Don't want to exert energy over something unimportant." 

Yumeo scoffed, leaning against the fence beside him with a half-hearted glare. "Unimportant?" he repeated, voice laced with disbelief. "It's literally part of your job." 

"Actually," Shousuke drawled, letting out a yawn, "it's not. My job is to manage funds and paperwork, not smile at crowds or give speeches. That's your problem." He waved a dismissive hand, as if to shoo away the very idea of public appearances. 

Yumeo's brow twitched, clearly resisting the urge to smack him across the head. "You're unbelievable," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

"Mm, I try," Shousuke hummed, lips curling into a lazy smile. He closed his book with a soft snap, eyes glinting with mischief as he glanced up at Yumeo. "Besides, it's not like you need me down there. You're pretty enough to charm the whole school by yourself." 

Yumeo's ears flared red, the glare he shot in response murderous. "I will throw you off this roof," he growled. 

"How charming."

It was understandable, really— so Yumeo had no idea why Shousuke was so suddenly interested in his love life. The blonde leaned against the chair, arms crossed and emerald eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Be serious for a moment." He muttered, irritation lacing his tone. "You usually don't give a damn about anything outside of numbers and spreadsheets."

The second year leans forward to reach out and grab a custard. "Frankly, I'm not used to having friends," he admitted, voice light yet oddly matter-of-fact. "I have no idea how to act like one." His tone was casual, yet there was something unsettling in how easily he said it, as if it was just another statistic in a ledger.

He possessed a remarkable ability to feign interest and empathy, skillfully navigating social interactions by engaging with others through their emotions. However, the prospect of deepening these bonds— learning each other's habits, likes, and dislikes, and investing effort to maintain friendships —strikes him as unbearably tedious.

He understands the concept of friendship but remains disinterested in its practical application. To him, people are transient, their faces ever-changing, making it a wonder how he even manages to remember their names. Yumeo's glare faltered, the sharpness in his eyes dulling with something unreadable.

Shousuke took a bite of the pastry before continuing, "However," the lightness returning to his voice, "I think a friend would want their friend to be happy with someone they know will make them happy. Right?"

He looked up at Yumeo then, sapphire eyes glimmering with a rare hint of uncertainty, the facade dropping for only just a moment before it fades into nonchalance and boredom, as if it wasn't there in the first place.

Yumeo's let out a scoff, eyes flicking to the side. "Idiot," he muttered, the words coming out softer than intended. "You could at least try not to sound so pathetic when you say stuff like that."

Shousuke chuckled, a warm and unguarded sound that seemed to catch Yumeo off guard. "Is that a yes or a no?" he teased, tilting his head before eating the custard.

"It's a 'shut up,'" Yumeo snapped, though the bite in his voice lacked its usual venom. After a beat, he cleared his throat, the tips of his ears suspiciously pink. "But... yeah. That's what a friend would want."

Shousuke blinked, surprise flickering briefly in his eyes before a small, genuine smile curved his lips. "Good to know," he murmured, tone soft and almost grateful.

The vice president rolled his eyes, cheeks still faintly red as he turned away with a huff. "Whatever," he grumbled, raising a hand to call for the bill and request to put the uneaten pastries into containers, his brows knit together as his gaze shifts to Shousuke with a puzzled expression.

His eyes narrow slightly, raising a brow "Wait," the confusion was evident in his tone, "does that mean you won't allow me to be with anyone you don't recognize?"

Shousuke suppresses a yawn, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes half-lidded with boredom. "Yeah," he replies with a lazy drawl, as if the matter barely warrants his attention. Unbothered by the vice president's incredulous stare, he rises smoothly from his seat, sliding his hands into his pockets. Without a backward glance, he strides toward the exit, his footsteps unhurried but decisive. His kouhai, carrying two plastic bags, trails after him obediently, the soft echo of their steps filling the sudden quiet of the room.

Yumeo glanced at Shousuke, curiosity piqued. "Where to?" he inquired, knowing that the secretary does not want to return home just yet.

Shousuke's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Arcade down the street," he declared. "They've installed a laser tag room, and I want to see kids cry." A snicker escaped his lips, the thought of childrens' anticipated tears amusing him.

Yumeo rolled his eyes, exhaling a resigned sigh. "You're so childish," he retorted, yet found himself trailing behind his senpai once more.

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Date Night

Ppyong: Hey MC, are you free on Friday? Like, around 8?

MC: Yup.

Ppyong: And you Minhyeok?

Minhyeok: Hmm... I can ask to leave early, the basketball tournament is next month anyway.

Ppyong: Great! Because I'm not! Enjoy your date!

Minhyeok: .... Did he just—

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♥ ANDREALPHUS LOVE LANGUAGE ♥

GIFT GIVING

The resident number one Angel hater gives you the most horrifically beautiful gifts on events that surround solely on you. Like, birthdays, holidays, valentine's, whenever you're injured, stuff like that.

On your birthday, he gifted you the obsidian heart of an eldrich creature. The gem you held with gloves, instructed by Andreal, was beating— pulsating as though it hadn't been ripped out and dripping with poisonous murky liquid at the crevices as he explained that anyone who holds it would go insane.

While Andrealphus ramble on and on about the heart, the longer you gaze upon it, the more it looked like a gem and you peered closer to see the galaxy and stars within it. The heart was messy and it felt strange yet, when you look at Andrealphus being happy and proud at the gift he gave you, you couldn't help but feel fond.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION:

Like I said from my other post, poetry and origami are his hobbies so whenever he couldn't find a gift he deemed as "worthy" enough for you, he would write his love for you on paper. Something cheesy but genuine that comes from the heart, folded in a bird or a lotus.

“Like a piece of art, my eyes cannot help but gaze upon the strokes of which God has created, for He envisioned a being as beautiful as you.”

A/N: If y'all enjoyed, leave a heart, follow, and reblog. Thank you!

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TRAITS THAT SHOULD BE IN WHB

—» I NEED MORE OF THE CHARACTERS TO BE BLACK SO I CAN SIMP ON MORE HOT OTOME BLACK PEOPLE. JUST ONE IS FINE, IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THE KINGS, LIKE SIMEON FROM OBEY ME 😭😭😭

—» Minhyeok has dimples when he smiles. His eyes are obsidian and has a dark purple hue, that can be mistaken as black, in his irises. He pays attention to whatever you have to say in the room or in a conversation with someone else, the person involved would be disgusted at the way Minhyeok looks at you lol.

—» If you have any trouble with your academics or needed something during said conversation, he would give it to you the next day or help with what you have to do for school, cook you a meal, and prepare your bath. His love language are acts of service and quality time, he doesn't mind in engaging any physical contact to make you happy since it counts as quality time in his eyes. —» MC's canines are similar to and sharp as a snake while your eyes are shaped like an owl. You nibble Minhyeok when you're hungry, mostly on the hand or neck.

—» Beelzebub likes to play with your hand, comparing it to his, intertwining yours with his, massaging the fingers, tracing the lines on your palm, and kissing your knuckles with the (if you have any) callouses/scars. —» Belphegor has eye bags despite sleeping all the time. 

—» Satan has wavy hair, if it was brushed properly through his chaotic locks.

—» Satan twirls a lock of his hair when he's bored.

—» Leviathan's irises cover his eyes and turn into black when you fluster him (As reference: My In-Laws Are Obsessed With Me, S2 Ep 96). Speaking of which, on bed, you will see the blush spread from his nape, cheeks, chest, shoulders, knees, di— Everywhere, except his feet. He avoids you the next day out of embarrassment.

—» Lucifer gets clingy in the morning, only to you. When he gets flustered, especially from praises/complements, he would cling onto you with a straight face and rub his head against your neck for more complements. 

—» Lucifer's body temperature is cold as an iceberg.

—» Lucifer's eyes are sharp, similar to a dragon and his irises narrow into slits if in danger or see someone as a threat. His eyes looked much softer when he was an angel. (piercings and muscles doesn't have to be every one of the Kings body traits!!)

—» Lucifer is unaware of most innuendos and flirting (since he isn't interested), so unless you want to fuck him, you have to say it straightforwardly and blatantly.

—» Sitri rest his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat. He likes to be the smaller spoon than the big spoon.

—» NOT AN HC, THIS IS CANON Belphegor makes a sound akin to a purr when he cuddles with you, he's unaware of this fact. Except Beleth >:)

—» Asmodeus has cauliflower ears and the tip of his ears are a bit pointy and his tongue is naturally long.

—» Asmodeus pupils turn into hearts when engaging in any sexual activity or in love with someone— which is rare, even if he has intercourse with other humans.

—» Foras face has freckles on his nose bridge like Felix from Stray Kids.

—» Bael has freckles too, on his hands, shoulders, chest, and knees.

—» Gamingin's eyes are shaped like a puppy, his mouth is molded into a cupid's bow.

—» Sitri is in second place for having a fat ass and fatter thighs. (HIS PANTS ARE SUFFOCATING THAT CAKE)

—» Y'all know very well that Sitri is in the spectrum of a yandere. He keeps whatever you give him, even if it is a rock, and stores it in his room. He doesn't allow anyone to come into his office other than you and Satan.

—» He shows off the marks you set on his skin, digs his nails into your hips, has your heartbeat as his ringtone, made sure his scent clings onto your skin for two months or longer, and proud of himself in having self control for his lust of you, otherwise, he would've pounced on you every given time.

—» Beleth has curly hair but he irons and apply hair gel because he thinks it's a hassle.

—» Amon likes to play with your hair, he tugs it to see your cute expressions, twirls it, styles it, smells it, and grips it whenever you go down to suck or kiss him.

—» Adrelpheus is blind, therefore, he has to court you through words and actions. I'd like to think that he does poetry, out of boredom, at the side so he has that poetic rizz that'd make you swoon. He can also make origami.

—» Beleth likes slow, languished make out sessions and press pecks across your face before kissing your lips. If you think he's into anything crazy, he does that to his one night stands, but towards you; you're special. You don't deserve to be used quickly and tossed aside once finished, no, no, no... He loooooves to have rough but slow sex with you so he can worship your body as it should be. This is a fact, not a head cannon.

—» Beel wanted to eat you the second he saw you, because you were Solomon and if he ate you, you wouldn't leave him again.

—» Beel is a picky eater, particularly towards vegetables.

A/N: If y'all enjoyed, leave a heart, follow, and reblog. Thank you!

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going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

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New updates of WHB:

Just checked out my Tumblr for any updates and WOW. Wow. There is... A lotta updates in WHB (whether good or bad) that I, as an Asian kid, cannot keep up. Otome players are a whole lot of breed and for that, I salute to all of you for grinding o7

I'll be one of the people who will wait for the events to pass and pull any of the new characters from the events cuz school be taking a lotta of my time lol. Good luck on pulling and have PB listen to y'alls constructive criticisms of the game. :DD

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WHB WORLD BUILDING HCS:

—» The Ring of Pride has two sections, the red and the blue forest, it has been there long before any of the Kings arrived and the demons populated the land. The blue forest is filled with vines that you can use as a medical tool, whether that'd be medicine or a bandage, glowing slugs hidden in caves that can heal injuries immediately, deceitful plants that can kill you, murky swamps, fireflies and living beings such as tiny things with mushroom as heads (called eno) and faes.

So long as you give the Eno something shiny, they won't steal your stuff. In this universe, a fae speaks in riddles and lies, you have a choice to believe them or not. If you know what they're lying about, they will give you a reward, if you don't, you will receive temporary blindness.

Meanwhile, the Red forest has lava as water, grass replaced with moss that are soft and fluffy as cotton, the trees pulsing as if it were alive, the environment looked dead and deserted. Ironically, it produces the freshest of fruits you could ever find. If you walk further, you will find Soul Sand Valley, filled with dark grainy sand that cries and groans under anyone's steps, and with each step it pulse under anyone's boots, releasing blue ribbons of light, similar to northern lights.

Lucifer's building is sectioned in-between the respective biomes. The demons that live there only respect him because he's one of the, if not, onlymedical service that is knowledgeable and available. (Another reason is that he is stronger than any of the Kings since he was the first Angel that God created.)

—» The Ring of Gluttony is one of the most dangerous Ring for MC to enter. People underestimate how Gluttony can be dangerous for someone, it isn't only an addiction towards food, it can be an indulgence towards money, sex, beauty, technology, violence, Solomon as an escapism. They indulge to the point they harmed others in order to drown in their needs and wants, throwing parties and celebrating is the only distraction but it's not enough to satisfy their Sin.

They have ravenous rabbits who travel into packs that eat and tear any creature— including their own kin, angel, demon, fae, whatever, they will be where death lies like vultures. One will appear to be harmless until another appears then another, and another, and every one of those white creatures devour your skin like their last meal 'til you're flesh and bones.

If you ever go to the Glutton Ring, either have the King to escort you or the right-hand men of Beelzebub accompany you in your stay because the minute you're out of their sight, the creatures will not hesitate to devour you. After all, even if the King favors you, their Gluttony needs to be satisfied.

A/N: I'll be posting once or twice a week to keep the grind going (& bcs of school) and I will make a short comic at 50 followers so go hit that button! :))

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SPOILERS for Mammon's Backstory

It's like Simba from Lion King lol, Metratron is Scar, the former King is Mufasa and Mammon is Simba. It's pretty funny if you think about it. (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I like the rewards though so I'll take what I can get. And Bimet's father is hot af.

Edit: Mammon's favorite movie is Lion King and his favorite song is "I can't wait to be King." Because the comment below me said so and it is canon. Change my mind.

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MC: "How the fuck do you even kiss? Wtf. Is there a secret class or something?"

Minhyeok: "Yes, it's full right now but I could tutor you if you'd like."

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After The Battle

Leviathan: "You're giving me a sticker?"

Mc, who gives encouraging stickers on scars that look particularly worse over the bandages: "Not just any sticker, it's a kitty saying 'me-wow!'"

Leviathan, he lets out a scoff: "I'm not a kid."

MC: "Fine, I'll take it back than."

Leviathan: "I didn't say I wouldn't take it, did I?"

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MC: "I smell something is burning."

Beelzebub: "That's my love burning for you."

MC: "..."

MC: "The water is burning."

(I'd like to think it'd be ironic if the Sin of Gluttony doesn't know how to cook.)

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MC, in the middle of fighting, be like: "You wanna kiss me sooo bad. It makes you look stupid."

Gabriel: "My hand is around your throat."

Or,

Raphael: "you want to kiss me sooo bad."

MC: "You're in the brink of death and your airway is being blocked, so kindly, shut the fuck up."

Works both ways.

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Headcanons for WHB! MC

• Since we aren't normal (our bloodline is from a notorious man whore of a sorcerer and the game description said we're going to have God's powers) to begin with, let's lean into the flaws of being Asian. You know, competition to be the best, pressure, exceeding expectations, that jazz.

• Your mother, Lilian Alinoshka, is part of the underground crime syndicate. Once became the leader to slaughter others because of her hatred and anger towards her family until she met your father that she fought for love and protect her family from harm.

• Your father, Horimiya Haru, met Lilian when he accidentally walked by her disposing a social elite's body. When her knife was on his throat he fell in love and, long story short, that's how they got married and had you.

• She has her reasons to be strict with you, she still hasn't recovered from her past trauma from her parents did to her even though she denies it, she wants to keep her family safe from all harm and grant you a bright future.

• Minhyeok is the first friend, love, and person who helped you learn that your life doesn't have to revolve around studying or following your mother's plans for your future.

• And you know what? Since we're a Descentdant of a sorcerer, our father was the Descendant of Solomon and our mother was in the bloodline that's a part of a God. Which makes us a Demigod. That is also the reason why Gabriel killed both parents, one is a part of the bloodline of the person he hates while the other is a part of something that could go against the Seraphims cause of "reviving" God.

• Whenever MC is around Minhyeok, they would feel like a lovesick teenager and act like a fool. Which is the opposite to how much they were forced to grow up when their parents died.

• MC filled in the place of leader in the Syndicate after their mother passed at the age of 16.

• MC fell in love with Minhyeok further when he saved their life. (I will write MC's backstory soon so feel free to follow me to have an immediate update.)

• MC disbanded the Syndicate after eliminating anything that would harm their peaceful life with Minhyeok.

• MC blushes at the mention of Minhyeok or recalling any memories with him. They write each other letters, occasionally with photos, twice a week to update on your own condition.

• MC keeps all the letters and photos in a drawer so you can read through them again whenever you are stressed with the war between the Demons and Angels. Sitri once opened the drawer and "accidentally" burnt two of the letters that contained a picture of Minhyeok, you ignored him for a week. He didn't regret it.

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Gabriel & MC

MC: "Can't you see Gabriel!? God is dead! So stop acting like you're doing something to revive Him!"

You try to catch your breath, narrowly avoiding his scythe as he hovers above you. You duck down as he swings at you, your hand grabbing the dirt from the ground and throwing it to his face, temporarily blinding him.

He let out an irritated scoff when his vision was blurred, wiping it away from his face as he looks down at you, "Your species—" he empathized the word with much vile and hatred he could utter out, "are the reason why His Holiness disappeared."

He swings his weapon at you once more, going for your head. You were quick on your feet, quickly ducking, when the scythe hit the wall next to you, your hand grabbed three scrapped wood he destroyed. You run and duck under his arm as you head towards a narrow area, grabbing onto a metal pipe, and climbing onto a building.

Once on top of the roof and jumping from building to building, you turn around to face Gabriel. The Angel raise a brow when you let out a chuckle, the Descentdant combs through their lavender locks, wiping sweat across your temple before you spoke. "You know, you're really cute Gabriel."

He huffs at the sarcastic complement, raising his weapon. "Shut it." You counter it with the metal pipe, swinging your leg at him and backing up when he blocked the attack.

"No, no seriously. Before I met the other Demons, I thought you were the most beautiful man I've seen. Your skin looked clean and smooth, as if manual labor could break you, on the contrary, I wanted to bite and scratch into them." You continue to counter his attacks with the pipe until it's bent, your feet backing away until there's a distance between you two. Your hands made haste to attach the string, "Your hair looked soft that I wanted to see how it looks messed up by my hands. Your eyes were as clear as glass, I imagined you would be pretty with tears running down your face." Your hand goes into your pocket and take out the one of the wooden scraps.

"Your appearance overall was absolutely breath taking and ethereal. I wondered how'd you look in bed."

The Angel paused for a moment but quickly swinged his scythe. "C- cease your blabbering." If you look closely enough, the back of his neck flushed because of your words.

You sidestep his attack once more and jump from the roof, pulling back the string of the makeshift bow you created and aiming it to his head. "That's why I wanna look you in the face when I KILL YOU." You fall from the roof as he blocks the attack, landing yourself into Satan's arms.

"And what took you so long?" You huffed, pinching his cheek. The Sin of Wrath gives you an impish grin, "Sorry! Had to take care of the citizens, you'll forgive me won't you?"

"Prepare my bath after this."

He pressed a loving kiss to your cheek, "Got it! ♡"

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MC being interviewed; "What? I'm not a sadist. What makes you think that?"

[projectcrimson]

WHB Characters

Now, I know that WHB is still an underrated game, but, there is a reason why OM is better. The reasons are; the world building, the flaws of the characters, the NPCS, and the lore.

What I'm going to focus on this post are; their flaws.

Because they are Demons, they should be flawed and treated as such. Before the brothers discovered that we were Lilith's Descendant, they had shown the flaws of their sin they represented beforehand, once they did, they would try and work on their flaws but not the title of their sin. Because it adds on to their character personality and, character wise, they are born with it.

Exs;

Mammon is Greed, before and after he met MC, he's in debt and poor because of that and is possessive towards MC cuz he's greedy.

Lucifer is Pride, I'm not good at explaining but, he isn't good at communicating his feelings towards his brothers other than annoyance, anger or any other emotion that would seem like he isn't concerned about them. That's why MC is there.

Satan is Wrath, he knocked us onto a bookshelf, disagrees with Lucifer on the daily to either piss him off or doesn't want to be proved wrong, anger issues (obvi). He acted worse before he met MC and is working on to keep his temper in check.

Beelzebub wanted to eat us, Asmodeus didn't care about us, Belphegor hated us for being human and killed us. Diavolo saw us as nothing but insignificant because we are only human and not a sorcerer like Solomon is.

All of them are interesting because of their flaws.

we have different character dynamics depending on which demon, human or angel we interact with. In my opinion, that is the reason why the Otome game is unique compared to other games.

What makes us important to them other than being Solomon's Descendant?

How does our relationship work?

What is our role in their life?

What makes our dynamic unique? Ask this type of questions when creating an Otome game before creating the lore.

Because why care about the story if we do not care about the characters?

Now, do the main Demons have any flaws? The most flawed character I've seen is Leviathan, which makes him interesting in my eyes, probably Lucifer as well. Fan service is great 'n all but, it can only get you so far until your audience dwindles because you only focus on how hot the demons are.

I can't say too much about the Lore and the world building since I'm only on Chapter 2, so you can go ahead and tell me I'm wrong so that I can learn more about WHB! I still love the game regardless. ^-^

(The company needs to hire a better English translator though :') )