#HORT PLEASE GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER

[carebooks]

so i watched the School for Good and Evil

ya’ll should know that i’ve never once touched the books, i am going into this blind and just wanna see how the movie does, as a prolific movie watcher and just that

right off the bat, i see we got JESPER FROM SHADOW AND BONE I LOVE THIS DUDE;

so they’re brothers, vv cool, oh is the Red one the evil one? yep i was right

it’s weird bc they’re brothers played by the same guy yet he just has great chemistry with himself

also, the mood just flipped from 0 to a 100 real quick, what just happened

i feel like they should’ve shown us them being brotherly and having arguments and maybe see Rafal slowly get angrier at his side always losing, bc really there was no way to see it coming. i could’ve done with a quick montage of them running the school and him growing angrier

“i prefer chaos” me too but could we get more reasons as to this whole thing other than just ‘evil’ ?

oh damn, the bad one died, i thought it would’ve been the opposite way

(but he aint really dead right? i mean)

so both girls are just hated on by the town, i can see them taking revenge together, lets all choose evil hm?

Aggie and Sophie Forever? *cough* gay

love that they just dont give a shit about what the peoples say; like insults thrown they just fly past them

Sophie just Rapunzeled this creep with a frying pan, im loving her, if i could i would choose violence too babe

“I seriously doubt there are any decent people in Gavaldon.” me too babe

so Sophie wants to get out and doesnt wanna settle for an ordinary life, why not just move in with Aggie and live out your happy lives together?

i wonder if we’ll see what happened to Leonora

so everyone ends up in the water when they get to their school? that’s a way to arrive

WOW i love the werewolf guard

“God I hate move-in day.” why do i vibe with this canine dude so much

i love that there’s a tower between the two schools, wonder what happens there

oh so Hort is Captain Hook’s kid. huh.

Tedros has got nothing on Eugene Fitzherbert

Tedros is King Arthurs kid? hm. better luck next time.

OH HE LOST HIS ARM I LOVE IT

THERE’S SOME ACTUAL DISMEMBERMENT HERE

oh hey its older Rhain, i love the actor’s work on Blackish

i mean hey look on the brightside, you got your own room to yourself

oh those bitches locked you up come on guys

if i were you i would’ve switched clothes, scaling a balcony in a dress cant be easy

whats with the creepy Cupid

WHY WOULD YOU SHOOT YOUR STUDENTS WITH ARROWS IF THEY WERE ON THE LEDGE

SOPHIE TURNING THE KNIFE ON HER WAS SO FUN

IS THAT OLIVIA RODRIGO’S BRUTAL YES

so if you can’t get a prince then you’re destined to end up as an anthropomorphic kitchen object or an animal?

what the actual fuck.

please tell me this entire school structure gets redone in the end

Hort has the makings of a good henchmen once Sophie gets more of a handle on her boss side

Gregor is a guy i can vibe with

idk who that random guy was with Sophie kissing him but he just made me laugh

Sophie growing into her evil side is showing and im liking it

Tedros and Aggie have a fun dynamic, hopefully he doesnt disappointment

again, i’d love it if both girls go for Evil

they talked about how Good and Evil are not really balanced, haven’t been for 200 years, so it’d be interesting if both of them go for Evil (even thou im pretty sure thats not where its gonna go)

imagine hearing your son got killed in school, damn, bye Gregor

how is this side of the school truly good if this is what you do to kids that fail?

OH MY FUCK ITS THE MONSTROUS NIGHTMARE FROM HTTYD I LOVE IT

not Rafal coming in and telling everyone Sophie’s a badass

ugh, Lesso had a thing with Rafal? i was counting on her and Dovey having a secret thing

oh fuck, that’s so sad, oh she let this little girl be free, holy shit that’s epic and sad and just damn, i loved it

whats with the big bird, what’s his problem now??

i like that Dovey is very aware of how fucked up the other princesses are about being ‘good’ and recognizes that Agatha actually is good, paralleling how Sophie is actually evil

the Nevers are some sadistic little freaks huh? i get it

Sophie’s in her villain era and im not sorry about it

Sophie said villains can be hot too

i miss Gregor

why do i kinda ship them? Tedros and Sophie? like they’re not exactly in it for like the deep stuff, you can tell it was more of an appearance based relationship with Sophie having him think she’s truly Good, etc. and considering how he’s been so far tells you what kinda prince he is so really they’re kinda perfect for each other.

ya’ll really wanna risk death outside the gates for each other? i mean Sophie, he’s pretty and Tedros, you talked to her like twice, one time she shot correctly so i mean, how well do you know her that you wanna be together?

Anemone was demoted to beautification? so legit EVERYONE here knows how badly the Good School has fallen, hot damn

OH Lesso was Leonora, fun

YO SOPHIE FLIPPING THE SCHOOLS WAS GENIUS I LOVE THAT

while i dont vibe with the whole thing that this immortal who knows how old man seeks out his true love in Sophie, who im pretty sure is liks 16 or 17 or smth, i love how he corrupted good

BC IT MAKES SENSE

HAVING THE GOOD SIDE BE ABOUT GIRLS PRACTICING THEIR SMILES, REWARDING THEM FOR THEIR REVENGE IN THE END, STUDENTS WHO FAIL THREE TIMES GET BOOTED, GOOD BECAME JUST AS BAD IT’S SO SUBTLE AND IT WORKS

ok but i kinda love that the girls parallel the brothers from the beginning

[acciostorian]

hort: the sge marmite

(you either love him or hate him)

now, i’m making this post because it has come to my attention that the fandom’s opinion(s) on hort are very mixed.

you either love him: from what i have seen (from instagram and tumblr) a good majority of the fandom adore/stan/love hort. but why? (i am keeping my personal opinion out of this until the end.)

let’s start with the school years (sge, awwp, tlea)-

sge: hort is first introduced straight off the bat as creepy, skinny and a weasle in general. the first interaction we have with hort as a character is him asking to touch sophie’s hair the moment they arrive at the school for evil.

literally the first mention of hort is to do with one of his biggest character flaws, being a sophie simp. now, i’m going to be honest, i don’t remember anything to do with hort for the first book for the most part. i thought hort was going to be a small/side character that’ll be mentioned once or twice - kind of like how kiko was mentioned as agatha’s friend in sge.

horts love confession in sge, this is a scene i didn’t see coming. as i said, i didn’t really pay attention to hort i kind of forgot his presence until it was towards the end of the book when sophie was getting jealous of agatha (and blossoming tagatha) and she was researching evil shit in the common room with hort for the circus of talents.

so hort on the toilet trying to turn into a man-wolf without shitting himself and sophie is like evilly rambling about agatha and tagatha and she slips something about ‘love’.

hort offhandedly says, “i know evil cant love but if i had to love someone, i’d love you.” and then just fucking falls asleep?!! like okay, hort, you drop probably the cutest and most heartfelt comment that has ever bounced off the walls of the school for evil.

this was the first signal, at least for me, that hort was going to be a recurring character. everything goes down hill from here.

before we start on awwp, an honourable mention:

the nevers’ no ball where sophie whispered something into hort’s ear. SOMAN I NEED TO KNOW WHAT SHE SAID.

awwp: this is where we start to see hort’s crazy, obsessive side. hort studied tedros from afar, taking in his movements and mannerisms to try and steal his ��style’. so sophie would love him because she ‘loved’ tedros.

what i find so funny about awwp is that hort unknowingly simped over sophie’s boy form. like he didn’t have the faintest clue that filip of mount honora was in fact the girl who keeps him up at night.

if you think he wasn’t simping than let me remind you, he practically begged castor for filip to be put in his room, he sacrificed his own grades to help filip do better than everyone else, he stuck to him like a piece of gum, he can to confirm every other day wether or not filip was still his best friend because he didn’t want to loose him. heck, he made filip his best friend without even knowing what filip was like!

anyway, before we shall hop into tlea let me just say: personally i think in the first two books hort is a sweet, cute, funny-ish character.

tlea: tlea is like where we see how fucking far hort would go for sophie. so hort gets absolutely swol like tedros and starts ‘focusing on himself’ by getting his grades up and being the best in the school for new evil.

the only reason he did this is because he was pretty sure sophie was becoming evil’s queen and marrying a man that could kill hort without a second thought.

once rafal allows sophie a tour around the school hort is there to silently show out his new form. (you can’t convince me he was just ‘there’ for the hell of it).

like rafal is being the aladdin and practically singing ‘i can show you the world- that is dark and twisted and completely controlled by me, this is not a democracy,’ and hort is leaning up against a wall, waiting for sophie to pass so she can see how he’s evolved.

even fucking rafal knows his game, literally says, “wow, you’re the top student- well done. anywayyyy, shouldn’t you be working?- she’s out of your league.”

then we have the classic hot tub espionage. they have a bath together yarda, yarda, yarda soman love it.

in the book hort at least becomes self aware of his sophie obsession and kind of takes a moment to have small breakdowns about what the fuck he’s doing with his life.

okay so it’s cannon that hort’s tedros impersonation was so good that he could even fall sophie who was basically in love with him back then. like c’mon, that’s fucking weird.

now for something i can’t process and hate:

*inhales heavily* HORT FUCKING LEFT SCHOOL, HIS STUDIES AND HIS SAFTEY TO BE WITH SOPHIE! LIKE HE LITERALLY LEFT THE ONE PLACE HE’D SORT IF BE SAFE IN TO JOIN THE MOST WANTED GROUP IN THE WOODS BECAUSE SOPHIE WAS WITH THEM. AND THEN WHEN SHE PLAINLY SAID THAT SHE DIDNT WANT HIM THERE HE STILL PROCEEDED TO WALK SEVERAL PACES BEHING HER LIKE A CREEPY SHADOW. HE WAS HER BODYGUARD EVEN THOUGH SHE FRANKLY DIDNT NEED ONE BEING EVIL’S QUEEN! THEN LATER ON WHEN SOPHIE IS CLEARLY NOT INTERESTED AND IS BEGGING FOR TEDROS TO TAKE HER HORT FINDS SOME WISH FISH AND PLAYS AROUND WITH THEM! AND YOU KNOW WHAT HIS FUCKING DEEPEST TRUEST WISH WAS??? IT WAS TO MARRH SOPHIE— I CANT WITH THIS FUCKING MAN. that’s all i have to say on tlea.

[teddyqd]

for the obscure dnd character questions: please answer any of 2, 7, 8, 14, 33, 34, 42, 54, 58 and/or 62 for rymein :) wanna know more about my robit buddy

ough you said any but i believe i will do ALL thank you >:)

2. Do they consider themselves an optimist? Pessimist? Realist? What are they like in actuality?

Rymein looks to the light side of life. As part of his profession, he tries to put across the front of a grizzled realist-but-this-city-sucks kinda guy, but underneath that, he has a feeling that, generally, everything usually turns out alright.

7. How impulsive is your character?

He tries not to be impulsive! Most of his actions are thought through, but sometimes his body gets ahead of his mind in thinking, and he’ll end up doing something he really thinks he wouldn’t have done if he’d thought about it. That’s kinda rare, though...

8. What is something they cannot resist?

A mystery! The bigger the question, the more likely he is to be pulled towards it. He’s got fairly good control of himself, but sometimes... He can’t resist listening to the whispers, y’feel?

14. Does your character value promises? Are they good at keeping them?

As far as he can, he tries to keep promises. He promised Lulu he’d keep her safe, and that’s one he won’t break at the cost of his own dang life if need be. He’s not made any promises to the party yet, but if he does, he’ll make em sincerely. There’s no worth to someone who promises on a whim.

33. How do they feel about the unknown?

Simultaneously uncomfortable and insatiably curious. There’s a lot of unknowns in Rezian right now--maybe he can cut down on those.

34. How do they respond to condescension?

I don’t think anyone’s condescended to him in a hot minute, but he def condescends to others that tick him off. I think he’d bristle a little bit but try his best to let it roll off his back, to varying degrees of success.

42. Is there something your character isn’t very good at, but enjoys doing nonetheless?

Drawing and painting! He finds it helpful to get things out of his head, but he’s not exactly the best at actually transmitting the thoughts down to his page.

54. What is something they currently look forward to? What is something they dread?

Short term? Looking forward to getting tabs on Neela again (for the uninitiated reading, the pilot that attacked the airship the party all met on). Similarly dreading any further consequences of that, and the radio show they heard last game Is ticking him off something fierce. Longer-term, anticipating and dreading some memories.

58. What’s a habit that needs to be broken?

I can’t even make a joke abt him being a hard-boiled detective that drinks a lot cause he’s a robot smfh... I think he does have a habit of overthinking when the rest of the party is asleep. Honestly, Feldspar has probably heard his motors whirring overnight lmfao.

62. Who does your character think is the most put together in the party?

Honestly? Feldspar kinda has hir shit together. Ze’s a bit of a fool at times (see: what if we took the kua-toa ?? eggs), but he likes that, especially since they listen to reason when it’s presented. Meanwhile, Karis is. Feral. Hank seems smart but an anxious wreck. Nick decided to live in a tomb. He ain't know enough about Ferdi yet.

[tagathaofwoodsbeyond]

[Prompt] I could.. Give you a massage? If you want?

Modern au bbys

Idk if this is common but at my high school we had this class called sports medicine. Basically you'd learn about being a doctor and specifically, dealing with sports injuries. And during games, they would patch up any injuries (or keep them okayish till professionals arrived).

Tedros is The Football Boy Of 2018™

Aggie signed up for forensic science and got put in sports medicine, where she has to go to every. Single. Game.

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Aggie pulled her legs up towards her in her chair, freezing as she heard the cheap plastic squeak, before continuing. She had been to countless football games and they still made no sense to her. She'd started recognizing faces, but none of the rules.

Hort sat next to her, listening to Ravan's sixth attempt to try and explain the game over the last two months. She was pretty sure he had understood half way through the second explanation, but neither of them were good at flirting, so this was all they had.

Chaddick, the big burly guy with the weird eyebrows, was chasing one of the other team guys, who maybe had the ball? She usually figured it out with context clues, with how massive a lot of these guys were. Tedros was four inches taller than her and she was one of the tallest girls in their tiny school.

There was some tackling, and now they were lining up again, but closer to where they had tackled other-team guy. Wack.

Tristan, the little redheaded guy who changed in the bathroom instead of the locker room cause of Aric, was the one that threw tje ball, like most times. He threw it to Tedros, and Tedros ran, and ran, and he looked like he was going to get to the goal area. There were guys behind him but he seemed like he was gonna make it-

Shit.

She unwound her legs from her Modern Gargoyle™ position as Ravan and Hort ran to the field. The guys had tackled him, and everything was okay, till someone realize how fucked up his leg had twisted. Ravan lifted his weight and Hort tried to help drag him, mostly just making sure his messed up leg didn't touch the ground.

They got him onto the yellow carrier they used, the one Hort would use as a sled down hills when the games were slow, and carted him inside the school while Coach Castor called a hospital.

Hort checked Tedros for signs of a concusion while everyone else... Just sort of stood around. They couldn't exactly wrap it up. Ravan tried to ice it but Tedros had screamed bloody murder, so after Hort had given a 'maybe' to Tedros having a concussion, Hort and Ravan left. Agatha stayed behind, in case anyone needed anything.

Mr. Pollux looked at Agatha for a moment after a heated whisper debate with Coach Castor. "Can you drive?"

Agatha nodded. "The schools probably going to have to pitch in on his medical bills since SOMEONE decided to put Tedros in despite his recent injury. Ambulances are quite expensive, and he can probably wait a little bit."

Tedros tried to object, but he wasn't quite making sense. Either Hort had given him some crazy heavy painkillers or he was just super out of it. Maybe shock? Who freaking knew. Definitely not Agatha.

They ended up loading him into her prius, agathas bag and folded up lawn chair sitting in her front seat as Pollux sat on top of the 'Carrying-Tedros-Board' and held Tedros' injured leg off the seats. He was kind of bleeding, and her mom had helped her clean the inside of her car like a week ago, so broken football boy or not, she was keeping the seats blood free, Pollux's khakis be damned.

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After the initial struggle of shoving Tedros back onto the board, now with less arm stength than a corndog between her and Pollux, sitting in the waiting room was somewhat uneventful. Tedros' legal guardian, Mr. Merlin, didn't pick up his phone, so they couldn't leave the hospital, even as Castor spammed Pollux with texts about driving home by himself. Agatha thought about the odd situation of two of her teachers living together to distract from the... Legitimate worry she felt for her classmate.

He had made fun of her in freshman year, but so had Sophie, and she was her best(and only, at the time) friend. Sophomore year they had been in the same chemistry class, and forced to do three different projects together before they began to actually enjoy eachothers company. They never hung out outside of school, but he was pretty funny, once you dug through the layers of secret self loathing projected as arrogance and a need to Please.

Pollux answered questions about Tedros' medical history for the doctors aa best he could after having his medical records forwarded to him by the school. Agatha texted Hort, looked at weird ten second clips on YouTube, and overall just twiddled her thumbs as they waited for any news. Tedros wouldn't die, but it could still be something serious. What if he could never walk? What if they had to cut off his leg? Agatha considered the options as a nurse walked up to the pair and said they were allowed to see him now.

Pollux had to leave, since Castor had coms to pick him up, and Agatha still questioned everything about that situation once she slipped into the room.

Tedros had a giant cast on his leg, and an IV for fluid, but nothing to spectacular. He turned to her and grinned a sort of hazy smile, like he wasn't quite sure who she was, just glad he had company.

"Hey there buddy. How are you feeling?" Agatha spoke slowly, sure that Tedros' mind was covered in a painkiller fog. She patted his wrist and he looked down at it, almost surprised that he still could feel things.

"I'm doing good... Very good. How're you?" Agatha bit back a laugh. Still trying to be polite.

"I'm doing just fine. Did they tell you what happened?" Agatha leaned a little bit, legitimately curious as to what had happened. She couldn't ask the nurse, seeing as she had left the room after letting Agatha in.

Tedros looked up as if he was questioming life's grestest question. "I think I broke my thigh bone. Like, the super big and strong one." Agatha nodded along to what he was saying even as he trailed off, mumbling.

"Well that's good to hear. Is there anything that still hurts?" Tedros considered the question again.

Tedros shook his head no, the same placid smile as before. He closed his eyes and layed down, seemingly drifting off to sleep. Wait, shit, did he have a concussion? She pressed a nurse call button and asked.

She looked through Tedros' sheet. "No, no concussion. He can sleep as long as he'd like." Agatha looked down at Tedros, glad she hadn't woken him before calling the nurse. It felt weird. Something in her heart felt.. Warm.

Wack.

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Agatha visited the hospital every day that week to check up on him. She'd tell him what was going on at school, update him on the rumor mill surrounding what had happened, etc. The only reason he was still at the hospital was because of some internal organ damage, nothing to do with the leg, so he was starting to grow a bit restless. He'd ask her how the guys on the team were doing, even how the sports medicine group was doing. She would show him dumb youtube crap on her phone, play songs she knew he wouldn't like but she enjoyed so she forced him to listen, and pull out countless videos of her cat. Without noticing, in a week Agatha and Tedros had gotten surprisingly close.

So after finally exchanging numbers, and two weeks after Tedros was discharged, they decided to meet up outside of school.

They met at the Arby's™ that Beatrix and Nick worked out, and walked to Tedros' house. He didn't live in the mcmansion she expected, but a rather sweet suburban house. Three bedrooms, worn in furniture, pinterests idea of the dream life. But there were little red flags as she went.

Tedros's room, the kitchen, and the bathroom looked like the only rooms anyone actually lived in. The magazines left on the coffee table were coated in dust and about six years old. She couldn't tell which room was his parents and which was the guest room, since both were equally barren, with a moderately nice bed that looked like it hadn't been used in years, a dusty nightstand, and absolutely nothing else. Ominous as f u c k.

They hung out in Tedros' room, messing around on his computer, seeing what trick shots they could make on his walls with a foam basketball, and just generally shooting breeze. Tedros would be able to play again senior year, but for now he was stuck with crutches and a key to the schools secret elevators.

"How much does it still hurt?" Agatha asked. She was kind of curious how much he could've healed in the three weeks since he'd been injured.

"My leg doesn't ever really hurt, it's just annoying to tie a trash bag around everytime i bathe. I still get weird flashes of pain around my chest, but they said it'll be gone by December. My shoulders been killing me though."

Agatha cocked her head. She hadn't remembered anything about his shoulders. "What happened to them?"

Tedros shrugged, then tried to play off the slight wince. "Apparently lying in bed for a week straight messes up your shoulders. I'll probably be fine? It's just not fun right now."

Agatha nodded, and considered. She couldn't really help with intestinal damage, or broken bones, but she knew how to deal with tense muscles. Would it be weird? Would he be uncomfortable? Would SHE be uncomfortable?

Yes to all of the above. But she really didn't do anything in sports medicine besides wrap sprained wrists and ankles, steal icey hots, and give massages to people.

"I could.. Give you a massage?" As soon as she said it she regretted it. She sounded so fucking weird. Abort mission, abort mission.

"Really? I think that would help a lot." Tedros turned kind of awkwardly until his back faced Agatha.

She took a deep breath and got started.

[impivus]

very rushed very shit intro comin @ you all but here goes nothing ! i’m felix from the gmt tmz, i use he / him pronouns, and im gonna power nap any minute now because one thing you should know about me is that i’m eternally on the verge of passing out from minimum exertions during the day. this is my pain in the ass eunsu: not even going to sugar coat it - he’s the human personification of a headache dumpster fire all in one beefy package and i really don’t even blame your character if they just . ignore his presence because, me too !

under the cut there’s some information about him if you want to get to know more about him regardless. smash that mf heart if you want to plot.. and i will get to you ? sometime ? its an ambiguous promise but i keep them, discord is also an option so just ask if you’d prefer to plot on there. eun’s about is here but no plots as of yet because life is hard and We Cant all Have Everything 

aka im lazy 

* ☾ ✧ * º ━━ is that KIM JONGIN walking about ? nope ! that’s just EUN SU CHO. & i’ve been told that they work as a INFORMATION BROKER ! apparently, they are TWENTY FIVE ( 204 )  years old .  some people say they are a CISMALE, DEMON ! HE is very CULTIVATED & INTUATIVE but also DECIETFUL &  MENACING. i wonder if they are just as odd as the rest of us .  ⇢  SYNOPSIS. MBTI TYPE  /  entp, the debater ZODIAC SIGN  /  scorpio   ENNEAGRAM TYPE  /  7w8 KINSEY SCALE  /  3 MORAL ALIGNMENT /  chaotic evil / neutral HOGWARTS HOUSE / slytherin ⇢ AESTHETICS. 

goosebumps raised and feelings of growing dread, the dark corner of a room where light doesn’t reach, silver pocket - watches with dead batteries, the scratch of a record player needle, flares in the sky, bad ideas coming to life, half-assed clapping when it’s required, figures dancing within the shadows & a smile you shouldn’t trust . 

⇢ OVERVIEW

literally anybody: when are you free?  eun su: im forever imprisoned in my own personal hell so i am never truly "free" but i don't really have plans all next week except for monday

this is eun su, and will y’all believe me if i say he used to be a good egg before he turned into the rotten egg i’m presentin y’all with today ??  i kid u not.. bs free zone. he did once ..  have a hort  he was born to a cult of witches, his twin brother absorbing all the magic that was meant to be equally distributed between them in his mother’s womb, which pretty much left eunsu as the black sheep of the family. said cult had been living on a small, near enough desolated island for literal decades, entertaining themselves with magic, seeking out knowledge, observing the unassuming populace, and toying with other supernatural creatures who dared cross their paths. unfortunately for eunsu’s family, tragedy struck when one of his aunt’s tried to over throw the high priestess ( his mother ) in their coven. unyielding in her position and untouchable to the magic she was exposed to, her sister went about other ways to break the woman’s spirits, dabbling in black magic predominantly to achieve her goals. eunsu’s brother was, thus, cursed before he was even born with an incurable heart defect that would see him dead before he reached double figures. eunsu’s mother was broken not mourned over how much he missed out as on a child: but she mourned for the fact that he was the only child that harboured any magic in their veins, the only child that could’ve carried on their lineage.   queue entrance of eunsu and his Whats the Worst that Could Happen Attitude. being young and naive, thought he could’ve been able to solve it by himself, solve the issues and earn his mother’s lacking affections. eun had heard about dark vessels that could miraculously grant wishes through summonings. though he didn’t have magic in his veins he had a fire in his heart, and after all, demons cared not for who or what they fed from: so long as they appeased their hunger.  all it wanted in return was a good, pure soul, and that’s what the demon stole from him before it mended his twin brother’s heart, giving the boy a new lease of life that wasn’t intended for him from the start. pity that eunsu died before he got to the age of twenty, following a quick and hungry fever that overtook his frail body and too soon turned deadly. there was no surprise that, come judgement day, he was turned away at the gates of heaven, in exchange for becoming one of lucifer’s own.

as a result of being eternally cursed with immorality and a tainted soul, he's lived some hundred-odd years and is coping by making the current populace in jeonseoul suffer along with finding purpose in digging out the secrets of his past life, mayhaps trying to find the demon who cursed him.... which could definitely be a wc.. and strengthening his abilities as a demon.

his personality is a bit insufferable; eunsu keeps himself distant and cryptic, because he likes it that way. he's a real weirdo ( if u have ever watched hxh he’s hisoka.. THAT weird )  that's hard to forget: completely mischievous, dramatic, and malicious to boot. some days he's waxing poetic about the futility of having a sense of justice and the next he's using his demonic powers to make some innocent tourist think they're hallucinating as they attempt to walk into a steady flow of traffic. 

ultimately life's a game to him and bih.. he’s here to have fun ! he's outlived his actual family and friends ( well, aside from his brother who he barely remembers, prolly be a wc if anyone’s interested ) and he's not looking to get attached to anyone. it would be great to Die because it’s his forever Mood but he also gets furious if anyone tries to actually expel him for real - so he'll simply prod at the world and its people until he gets the reactions he wants.

fair warning: it is a pain to genuinely care about eunsu and not many people will wanna do it. he comes and goes into people's lives as he pleases, stops reaching out once he's bored and only ever grazes the surface of a relationship based on its worth or his curiosities, innocent ppl, cute ppl, etc are just gonna be eaten up by him then dropped. 

the people who will be closest to him are doubtlessly other demons ig ? but he also hates y’all too so.. don’t get too friendly like he’s not here to make friends he’s here to be Jeonseoul’s next top Demon. also since he died sumn like 200 years ago it’s possible some wizards / familiars knew of him and his coven, it’d be super interesting for someone to have known cute human eunsu in exchange for chaotic bastard demon eunsu 

⇢ MISCELLANEOUS

since he’s a young demon, his horns are small and his wings barely span about two inches above his shoulder bones, he got itty bitty bat wings lbr he’s kinda pissed abt it. there’s tattoos over his scars from clashing with other demons / hunters / angels, but his devil’s mark lining the back of his neck, performed by first demon who took his soul, has never faded away. 

he also works as an info broker, which ties in with the fact that he’s a contractual demon ! it's more of a hobby than a job, something he does for kicks and to restock his gambling money and alcohol money, but he offers a helping hand to solo clientele for private cases if need be, just remember to bring your negotiation skills because his manipulation skills are a1.

he's well-versed in witchcraft even if he can’t actually possess the abilities that actual witches can. while hardly the mentoring type, he could be convinced to equip people with his knowledge of latin, spells or dark magic they want if he's interested enough. then again he might decide to screw them over for kicks so ask him for favours with caution.

for someone who carries a ton of spite and secrets, he passes as an easygoing, casual literature major on the daily to disguise his true intentions. find him at the university pretending to be a student and failing miserably at it like edward’s thousand year old ass in twilight

he cheats at the casino with his demonic powers but does it infrequently enough to pass it as luck. play games with him at your own risk. casinos are one of his favourite places but he can really be found anywhere with ease but some other places he frequents are: beaches, libraries, museums, bars, etc !

he'll get on people's nerves, but getting him to care to the degree of hate is another story. living this long has numbed him; people don't surprise him anymore and he doesn't care to spend time thinking about others. the secret to getting him to turn deathly serious is as simple as telling him you can tell that he was once a good person - because the cheesy truth is he was. he just convinces himself that he's given up trying to remember his human life and finds it easier to live like he’s dead.. yknow which he is.

romance makes him queasy, he's a spiteful old bastard and the concept of sweet love rubs him 100% fictional. there's someone he fancied before he was cursed but i'll save you the story: that's a distant dream now.

he might quote romantic works or put some pretty words together but he's fake as Fuck. if he notices someone innocent and unsuspecting crushing on him they are in so much trouble. he'll kiss their hand then twirl them right off a cliff. corruption kink central right here laid ease

as of rn he’s trying to master how to teleport and shadow control but he really is like on level one and he’s got to get up to level 50 to achieve even a fifth of what these other demons can do 

edit: i totally forgot to include eunsu’s ‘demonic’ title after he was banished to the perils of hell. it’s ironically just saint, and he goes around using that bc it’s blasphemous and a big ole middle finger to god himself. nobody will know his real name, but if there’s an off chance that they do, that’s a massive threat to eunsu and he’ll get his Snipers on Scene

tl;dr: 

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Horavan - "You're the only person I Trust To Do This"

"Ow ow ow OW!" Ravan shoved Vex away, the knot caught in Vex's fingers practically ripping out of Ravan's skull.

Ravan reached back, smoothing down his irritated scalp. "I told you not to touch my hair."

Vex scoffed. "I don't think it counts as hair anymore. It's more like a weaved welcome mat." He reached up to touch again, only for Ravan to slap his hand away.

"Well it's my hair and I can do with it as I please." Ravan glared at Vex again as he tugged his hair back into it's messy ponytail. Thank god for scrunchies.

He didn't get why people kept doing shit to his hair. It had been chopped off three times, coerced into countless ridiculous braids by various evergirls, and ripped more times than he cared to admit. Whatever. Even if Sophie was dean, she couldn't force him to do anything he didn't want to. He wasn't going to brush, braid, or cut a single inch of his hair if it wasn't on his terms.

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Why does everyone lose their minds over balls? Nevers and evers alike, boys and girls, everyone at school was practically brain dead since Sophie's new ruling in Ravan's eyes.

Brone liked to make fun of him, saying he sounded pretentious, but it was just what he thought. He'd gone his whole life not having to worry about what people thought about his looks, why did he have to start caring now just cause of some ditz with ever-itis?

Whatever. His dad taught him that looks would always wither away in the end. The only thing that truly stayed in the woods once you passed was your legacy.

But apparently not caring doesn't make you immune to others hype. Or mandated attendance and dress code for a school event. Shit.

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"Dude, if you wear the clothes you have to brush your hair too. Otherwise you just look ridiculous."

Ravan glared at Hort. He didn't even own a mirror, why did he suddenly have to care how he looked?

"I don't want to. It's tedious and it doesn't matter in the end. Nothing matters."

"You can't get out of brushing your hair with nihilism." Hort rolled his eyes and grabbed the hairbrush off the bottom bunk.

"If you hate it so bad, I'll do it." Ravan tensed, thinking of every person who had ripped and cut his hair over the last three years.

But this was Hort. This was his roommate through all this bad schooling, every ridiculous moment. He had held Hort every time he woken up from nightmares, they had layed on the bottom bunk together as Ravan mocked his crush. By a technicality Hort had been his first kiss. He could trust him.

"Fine."

Hort was surprisingly gentle. He brushed from ends to roots, taking special care not to tug at Ravan's hair. It was over before he knew it.

Hort tugged the front bits that always hung in front of his face back and tied them together with a scrunchie.

"There. Ready to go stand in a corner for an hour then hide under the tables when someone inevitably gets in a fight?"

For once, it didn't seem like a miserable night, just so long as Hort was under the table with him.