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[unhingedpolycule]

Summoner AU Part 3 (Ghost x Soap x König)

Part 1 , Part 2, or read on Ao3

Horangi is one of the morally gray characters in the coven. He is not particularly nice to his entities, but he also doesn't treat them cruelly. Seemingly in it for the sexual pleasure, he keeps succubi who actually get to feed very regularly, working in his fetish club and being able to suck up all the sexual energy they need.

He has a bit of a gambling habit, but because of the exceptional services of his high class dancers and prostitutes, he has enough money to spend.

He himself acts as a Master. Leather uniform, whip and a cruel smile. His demeanor is generally cold and calculating, with a sharp edge to it that Soap can't quite place. He tried numerous times to befriend the man, offering up some of his knowledge but Horangi never seemed to be particularly interested.

In short: He is the kind of guy who would summon a Cenobite from hellraiser and top them, no questions asked.

At first glance, the coven assumes he is just in it for the monetary and sexual aspect. They assume him to be competent but not particularly dangerous. Valeria calls him a cheap, pleasure driven whore behind his back. Soap has no reason to suspect otherwise, after all, he only ever sees him discussing the proper handling of succubi and incubi, as well as adjacent topics.

When Ghost sits Johnny down one day, telling him about the immensely powerful presence that follows Horangi around, which even eclipses himself and König, he has to reconsider. The wraith warns Soap to be careful around him because it might be a tough fight if Horangi decides that the younger man might be a real threat to him.

So they leave him alone for the time being, telling themselves it's better this way. At least until Horangi approaches him after a meeting, and asks him to follow because he would like to discuss something.

Johnny is cautious, of course, but Ghost whispers in his ear that the man is most certainly alone, he can not feel another entity, neither object bound nor free. So he gives in to his curiosity, following the man towards a nearby park where they sit down on a bench, far away from the streetlights.

Horangi stays silent for a bit, his eyes fixed to the spot where König and Ghost have concealed themselves just mere inches behind Johnny.

“How do you do it, MacTavish?” He asks all of a sudden. “You have no one training you, you just came out of nowhere one day, playing around with our craft and suddenly the strength of your entities starts spiking.” His eyes flick up to König now, which he shouldn't be able to sense or see. “Do you have found new sources or are you just plain reckless? Those things can bite your neck clean off if you are not careful.”

Soap just grins and asks Ghost and König to show themselves, using please and thank you, being very gentle when König doesn't feel like it. Ghost appears, hunched over Soap behind the bench, obviously protective, shadows flicking around him.

Horangi doesn't even flinch, a smug look on his face. “See what I mean, MacTavish? You don't have them under control. They do what they want.” He only concentrates on Soap and waits for an answer, even though the man stops talking for a minute.

When Johnny breaks the silence, his voice is slightly sharper “You say I lack control over them. But you didn't even greet him, when he elected to show himself. They are so much stronger and smarter than we are and you treat him like an inanimate object.”

Horangi is silent for a bit, eyes flicking up at Ghost's ember eyes that watch his every move. “You do not greet a dog, you greet its owner. The dog doesn't care.”

Soap crosses his arms. “You asked me how I do it. That's how. They can leave whenever they feel like it. They can go and do what they want. I don't see myself as their master and in exchange, they respect me as their equal. Sure, you get more obedience, but I can tell you that Ghost doesn't respect you at all. If you were to bind him, he would try everything to escape and kill you. Don't you think their respect and consent is valuable not as a means to an end, but has inherent value?”

Horangi shifts in his seat, face still hard as stone. “But what do you get out of it?”

“Well, aside from the warm and fuzzy feeling of being a decent person, you get entities that actually want to help you and talk to you. They tell you things you don't even ask for. And they offer you genuine affection and friendship.” At the last words, Ghost bows down further, placing his chin on the crown of Soap's head while closing his eyes for a few seconds.

It takes some time for Horangi to slowly stand up and step forward, extending his hand to the shadow. “Greetings, wraith.” His posture is stiff and uncomfortable. “I apologize for my disrespect to both of you. I think you know my name by now, what am I to call you?”

Ghost is clearly amused at this, grinning with his pearly, white teeth bared, grasping Horangi's hand in his own in a bone crushing shake, letting the air vibrate around them with a earth shattering rumble as he speaks his call sign in his native tongue. No need to give the stranger any leverage over him. The disrespect is palatable.

When the man tries to hold onto his almost comical etiquette with a “I beg your pardon?” Whispered through anger gritted teeth, Ghost just opens his jaw wider, giving him a good look into the burning embers of his throat. Soap knows what is coming next, can see the grin in front of his inner eye.

“Then beg, mortal.”

And suddenly, Horangi just starts laughing, his cold, sharp display of amusement surprisingly earnest…

~Corr

[grimalkinmessor]

Hello! I am very intrigued by your headcanons towards Death Note characters since I read your post about your Light's ones. So I wanted to ask what are your headcanons about L and Ryuk??

Ooo I haven't thought much about those two in terms of headcanons.

I'll start with Ryuk because I have a few more on hand for him, just because they tie into my Shinigami lore hcs :3

☠️ -Ryuk used to be human once! All Shinigami save for Nu and the King used to be human. Now my personal headcanon for that is that you have to kill a certain amount of people before you can become a Shinigami, and the Shinigami realm is rotten and dying because they just don't make killers like they used to :/ Ryuk is the youngest of them, and he made the cut because he was an arsonist! :D As a human Ryuk was a punk, a highly insane anarchist with a taste for gunpowder and blood. He blew up so many buildings with people inside that he made the cut for Shinigami-dom.

☠️ -An add-on to the above and a slight spoiler for Cosmic Entities, Ryuk the Human was killer on the guitar. His riffs were fucking amazing, and he rocked with a lot of underground artists before he overdosed and died. Of course when he became a Shinigami he forgot about all of that, but if he ever, say, regained a human body, he might remember a bit of it :3

☠️ -Ryuk's highly addictive personality is half a leave over from his human life, and half because of how young of a Shinigami he is. The older a Shinigami is the more apathetic they get—which is why I headcanon Kinddara as fairly young too, because she has a LOT of bloodlust rattling around in her. A lot. Gelus and Rem aren't young, persay, but they're definitely not as old as they others given that they both fell for Misa. Whiiich brings me to my next headcanon!

☠️ - Ryuk is asexual! :D And aromantic. He was ace when he was human too, but they didn't really have a name for it back when he was alive so he never labelled it. And as a Shinigami, he just assumed that other Shinigami ALSO didn't feel those urges because, you know, they're Shinigami. Ryuk still gets attached to people even as a Shinigami (I headcanon his relationship with Light as queerplatonic in every universe and you will pry that from my cold dead hands) and he's not really sex-repulsed, he would just honestly rather have an apple.

☠️ -Case in point: Ryuk gets depressed after Light dies. He gets the reputation as a storyteller because...well, that's kind of all he does after that whole Kira mess ends. (That Shinigami from the relight is NOT Light I will fight you on that—) He reminisces about it like a war veteran and tells anyone that asks anything they want to know about the various Kiras and Light. Especially Light. He's very proud of Light. Ryuk doesn't seem to even be interested in the human world afterward, nor in playing or gambling with his fellow Shinigami. He seems more resigned to his boredom than before. Almost like he's grieving someone. Huh...

🍰 -L'S TURN: I have multiple contradictory headcanons for how L ended up with Watari, but my most realistic one is that his mother died directly after giving birth, but she was a bit of Jane Doe. The only thing she had with her was a messenger bag with a worn French book and a map of the area in it. Since she died before she could name her child, the hospital staff looked through her stuff and found the initials L.L. written on the inside of the book, so one of the nurses just wrote that down on the birth certificate, along with the first word she found on one of the pages. It was in the woman's bag, so it was obviously important to her, right? Maybe she'd like her child named after her favorite novel. Buuut half of the first name smudged and left the kid with a singular letter L instead of actual initials. Oops. The matrons at the orphanage don't have time to worry about shit like that so the singular letter stuck. Congrats kid, that L no longer stands for anything, you're a part of the alphabet now 🫡

🍰 -L definitely pulled a Tom Riddle in his first orphanage and stole literally everything he could get his hands on. If a kid argued with him or tried to tell on him he would beat them up. He was that quiet kid in the corner of the room, eating everyone's candy from that generous man that passed by the day before because they didn't defend it or hide it well enough. And L was definitely a biter as a kid, so get to close to his little thief corner and you'll walk away with teeth marks in your fucking arm or leg or face. Around the matrons, however, L was—well, not normal, but he definitely didn't bully the other kids around them because they'd grab him and drag him around and crack his hands with a ruler, and even at a young age he knew that he couldn't win in a fight with someone that much bigger than him.

🍰 -L also knows plenty of foraging hacks from his time as an orphan. His original orphanage was on the outskirts of the city, so he got very good at learning which plants were edible by watching the forest animals and identifying them on his own. So when winter came along and food got scarce, L had little pouches and cups of dried flowers and berries and roots hidden in his room to eat. Like hell this little glutton is going to stick to his assigned rations—are you nuts? It's survival of the fittest out there 😤

🍰 -As a consequence of the above, L grew to really like rabbits. He watched them a lot to learn which plants he could eat and eventually got really hyperfixated on the idea of the idea of trying to catch one. He'd go out and hide and wait for the rabbits to show up, and then chase them. He had to get more creative when they proved to be faster than him, and eventually he set up a trap and caught one. L managed to keep it as a pet for about a week before the caretakers found out and made him get rid of it. Which was honestly just as well; L was nearing his limit with his rabbit fixation and eventually he would've started to neglect it.

🍰 -The book L's mother brought into the hospital was one of his only non-stolen possessions growing up, but because it was written in French, L had to learn French in order to read it. And he did. By the time L was seven years old he was pretty much bilingual—one of the reasons he caught Quillish's attention as a little prodigy. L learns languages quickly, but only when he's interested, so he might learn five languages in rapid succession or he might procrastinate learning another language for two years. By the time he hits sixteen he's fluent in nine different languages. He stalls at around thirteen when he's twenty and doesn't really see the need to pick up anymore.

🍰 -At one point, Quillish attempted to force L into healthier eating habits by only giving him healthy foods, but this backfired spectacularly because L threw a fit and refused to eat any of it. Quillish didn't want to back down though, so he told L that if he didn't want to eat what was in front of him then he could go hungry. And because is L is a petty bastard and runs on quick fuel sugar, it didn't take him long to pass the fuck out after a day of refusing to eat the bullshit Quillish locked him in with. Quillish tries this three more times before giving up and just sneaking vegetables into his sweets. When L is older, they have a long conversation (argument) about it and eventually L begrudgingly agrees to replace at least a quarter of his sweets with fruit—sweet enough for him to tolerate but healthy enough to appease Quillish. Hence the banana scene that everyone loves :)

[unearthlyfromage]

Une's Nonsensical Ramblings Episode 4:

Evil!Stan

This au is a goddamn treat and I love every second of it. However, as great as it is, there could be some improvements to be made.

What is this AU about?

Essentially, a branching timeline from the portal incident onward. Stan gets shoved through the portal and, instead of escaping the Nightmare Realm presumably, Bill instead corners and catches him and messes with his mind and body - turning him into a Ford killing henchman with vicious body mods.

Pretty cool right?

Well, this is me we're talking about, so how about we go into details and make all of this so much worse?

How I would add to this:

We see that Stan is heavily polluted by Bill, via his slitted eye and sharp teeth, but I feel like we could push the extent of physical changes a lot farther.

Make his changes far more prevalent, and horrific. The area around his affected eye is brick like, the hard edges fading into porcelain cracks in his skin. The area black and almost necrosed. In a certain light he looks janky, stiff. Like he's standing far too roughly for something made of flesh and bone. Bill's corruption is in his every fiber, at times he will move in a jerky, non-fluent way that makes him almost look like a puppet on strings. He is uncanny, incorrect. Bill's blood stained puppet on rotting strings. Bill ripped him apart, and sewed him back up to his liking.

Instead of it all rapidly aging him like in the source, I think it'd be more apt for it all to have cut his life expectancy shorter than the usual. That he needs to make every blissful moment Bill has graced him with count, because he will die eventually, and sooner than later. His health is terrible, short lived. Bill is like a life support machine for him, without Bill he'd fall apart. He doesn't mind the dependency, he doesn't care about his life being held in the balance. That's not what it's about for him.

He knows he's expendable, and yet his loyalty is undying. That's the crux of it. Bill is so cut and dry that Stan knows in his heart the moment he dies he will be replaced and yet still he will follow Bill to the end of the world.

His mindset is like that of an extreme cult member. He thinks Bill as his Boss, his God, the end all be all of who he is and ever will be. The man that hung the moon and showed him freedom. And just as similarly, he sees Fords as an entity entirely as a lie, a fallacy, something horrific that he feels he is saving every Lee out there from. That they're selfish, uncaring villains that deserve no remorse or empathy from him. He loves his job, because he truly believes he's doing the multiverse a good service.

His head is a mess, a jumbled up nightmare of what it once was. The only thing in his mind is what Bill wants him to know. What Bill decides is the best for him to know. Stan truly believes that the only he needs to have in his head is what Bill has placed there for him. When he's thinking too much, or too loudly, Bill is sure to remind him at every turn that he's getting a bit too sharp for his liking.

He's a walking arsenal, a trained assassin for a Chaos God, he is quiet. Calculating. Malicious and sadistic. Yet the most painful part is just how much he's still Stan. He makes shitty puns, he laughs at word play, he loves money and gambling, and cars and smoking. He lives the life he wants. He even has family, in a twisted way forming through Bill and the other criminals and nightmares he calls kin. And Stan calls them family, because as far as he's concerned, they're the only thing that's ever treated him as such. He still loves family, the concept and the familiarity. It's his lifeblood, even now. It's just now, Ford no longer holds that place in his head.

He doesn't remember much of the portal incident, or anything past the day he woke up in the Nightmare Realm - his new home - but he swears his Ford had thrown him in as a sacrifice. And so, that's what he genuinely believes.

He isn't perfect, however. He has bouts of lucidity, moments where he'd come to clarity and become horrified, breaking down into a mess on the floor. They never last long, and he never remembers them when they do happen, but they exist. He has attempted escape before, each time being dragged back for more washing out of his mind.

The occasional incident never goes without punishment. Bills are especially brutal. A favorite of his is removing Stan's Bill-like eye for a period of time, lessening the focal connections between Bill and Stan and therefore making him weaker, forcing him to feel just how awful it is "without him", and to remember it the next time he feels like running.

What would a story for this be?:

This AU seems less like a story and more like a multiversal theme, however I have genuinely contemplated what a fic would look like for a narrative with an ending (and talked about it with @koraesdoodles and @trangenderstan on Discord respectively) and have come up with something I'd be excited to do.

To give a summary;

Being a multiversal threat, Stanley "Piranha" Pines is a menace to all those who share his face. A group of Fords, after searching many dimensions for him, manage to contain this Stan and try their hardest to rehabilitate him. Come to find the lead Ford of the operation was actually the original pair to this Stan. That they both went in that fateful day, but ended up in different dimensions, a side effect of Ford diving in after him whilst the Portal was self destructing. And all this time this Ford has been searching for him.

It would be a rough road for all of them. And a majority of the Fords would eventually give up hope on ever seeing anything from this. But not the origin one, he would continue trying.

And eventually, some breakthroughs would be made.

Other Add Ons/Misc. Stuff:

I did some sketches of this AU, my own additions to his design (though the original art is leagues above mine and I adore the design) and am currently in the middle of lining and coloring these. I will also be making an additional drawing mapping out scars because of course I will.

I admit I had a fun time drawing stiddies who doesn't.