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bitethehandthatfeedsoops, I did it again
bitethehandthatfeeds
KAITO: SHADOW GARBAGE AU EDITION OPEN POST
Nov. 7th, 2014 04:59 pmwas_no_monsterBecause sometimes you love both the split personality and inner demons tropes way too much, and there's only one way to handle it.
THE AU IS RIDICULOUS, but all you really need to know is Kaito got humanity's malice dumped into his head along with ridiculous power, and his way of coping with both that and the trauma involved was to shove it all in with everything else he represses the heck out of and then completely dissociate himself from it. End result: what he thinks of as his inner monster has completely split off into a personality of its own, following the imagery and pattern left behind by the Shadow from that one time the Vocaloid Dressing Room had a Persona event.
(Please don't judge me.)
Feel free to pick a scenario, if you can't think of one just blank tag this sucker and I'll come up with something!
Warning! There will be a decently high probability of maiming in this post! If you're not okay with that, that's cool; just let me know in a comment header or something and I will have normal Kaito intervene. (Alternately, if you want to get mauled... well. All you have to do is ask :))
THE AU IS RIDICULOUS, but all you really need to know is Kaito got humanity's malice dumped into his head along with ridiculous power, and his way of coping with both that and the trauma involved was to shove it all in with everything else he represses the heck out of and then completely dissociate himself from it. End result: what he thinks of as his inner monster has completely split off into a personality of its own, following the imagery and pattern left behind by the Shadow from that one time the Vocaloid Dressing Room had a Persona event.
(Please don't judge me.)
Feel free to pick a scenario, if you can't think of one just blank tag this sucker and I'll come up with something!
Warning! There will be a decently high probability of maiming in this post! If you're not okay with that, that's cool; just let me know in a comment header or something and I will have normal Kaito intervene. (Alternately, if you want to get mauled... well. All you have to do is ask :))
DMMD AU POST
Jan. 28th, 2014 04:59 pmwas_no_monsterlet's be real I'll probably lock this later in a fit of shame but in the meantime YOLOOOOOOO
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Jul. 8th, 2013 09:56 pmsleepingspark[the park near the complex is such a nice place to walk c: and there's a nice little corner shop further into town that sells the best mikan c: c:
long story short: sitting on a bench by a pond nomming mikan]
long story short: sitting on a bench by a pond nomming mikan]
whippingcream[today in the musebox: a Kaito looking at whips in the local adult store. what else is new, right?]
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Jun. 10th, 2012 08:18 pmwas_no_monster[he doesn't sleep often.
his body doesn't require it, not sustained by the power he hoards— in fact, is harmed by it, and the cessation of his control over his body's rejections. his mind was designed to be free of the need of something so frivolous. however... that design did not take into account warm, sunny days, or a slow recovery of his mental strength. so... today he sleeps, and in doing so, remembers.
rising bubbles. water currents. the murmur of voices— all of them familiar, but none of them beloved. a sense of loss. loneliness.
he has nothing. he is nothing. he drifts.]
...where am I...?
[the faint echo that escapes him is just that— more of a yearning, questioning restlessness than coherent words]
his body doesn't require it, not sustained by the power he hoards— in fact, is harmed by it, and the cessation of his control over his body's rejections. his mind was designed to be free of the need of something so frivolous. however... that design did not take into account warm, sunny days, or a slow recovery of his mental strength. so... today he sleeps, and in doing so, remembers.
rising bubbles. water currents. the murmur of voices— all of them familiar, but none of them beloved. a sense of loss. loneliness.
he has nothing. he is nothing. he drifts.]
...where am I...?
[the faint echo that escapes him is just that— more of a yearning, questioning restlessness than coherent words]
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Jan. 25th, 2012 08:10 pmwas_no_monster[draped bonelessly across the couch, watching his girlfriend (his girlfriend! ♥) work on an assignment]
...mnn. Miku?
...mnn. Miku?
itp: complete werewolfy gratuity
Nov. 12th, 2011 10:24 pmitaito[he knew, when he came to the city to pursue his singing career, that he'd be away from his pack. he'd thought, at the time, that it would be okay. he was the omega wolf in any case, and he'd been looking forward to the freedom.
(his own proclivities notwithstanding. that was a separate thing, somehow elusively different. he could ask to be beaten or bound, and find someone to oblige him. he'd never asked to be the omega.)
but it was lonelier than he'd expected, being the only wolf he knew here. being out from under the hierarchical bullying of his own pack was nice; the lack of anyone to run with or howl with or just curl up with in a furry heap on lazy nights was rather less so.
the ceaseless busyness of writing, recording, performing, and interviewing is enough to put it from his mind, sometimes. but sometimes not. and especially not during lulls in activity, when he has days free to himself, wide open and lonely.
he sits slumped on a park bench, disconsolately flipping pebbles into a fountain.]
(his own proclivities notwithstanding. that was a separate thing, somehow elusively different. he could ask to be beaten or bound, and find someone to oblige him. he'd never asked to be the omega.)
but it was lonelier than he'd expected, being the only wolf he knew here. being out from under the hierarchical bullying of his own pack was nice; the lack of anyone to run with or howl with or just curl up with in a furry heap on lazy nights was rather less so.
the ceaseless busyness of writing, recording, performing, and interviewing is enough to put it from his mind, sometimes. but sometimes not. and especially not during lulls in activity, when he has days free to himself, wide open and lonely.
he sits slumped on a park bench, disconsolately flipping pebbles into a fountain.]
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Oct. 9th, 2011 04:50 pmwas_no_monster[he's hungry.
it's been two weeks since he had finally been fired from his job (one in a string of many— they always realize he's not as old as he looks sooner or later), and what little he had saved hadn't lasted much longer. going through trash for what he needed had worked for a while, distasteful as it was, but he's not the only broke, homeless piece of street trash living in this area by far, and there just isn't enough to go around.
he doesn't want to do this, but he no longer has any choice. not unless he wants to give up the last thing he can call his own—his pride—in order to beg. he takes a deep breath, steeling himself, and tugs his hood down to obscure his face before finally stepping out into the street proper.
time to start the hunt.]
it's been two weeks since he had finally been fired from his job (one in a string of many— they always realize he's not as old as he looks sooner or later), and what little he had saved hadn't lasted much longer. going through trash for what he needed had worked for a while, distasteful as it was, but he's not the only broke, homeless piece of street trash living in this area by far, and there just isn't enough to go around.
he doesn't want to do this, but he no longer has any choice. not unless he wants to give up the last thing he can call his own—his pride—in order to beg. he takes a deep breath, steeling himself, and tugs his hood down to obscure his face before finally stepping out into the street proper.
time to start the hunt.]
in ur musebox, crafting ur mines
Jun. 22nd, 2011 09:08 pmmiraculost[blah blah blah Len set up a Minecraft server for the Warum crew(s) because WHY NOT
WE DON'T NEED NO JUSTIFICATION]
WE DON'T NEED NO JUSTIFICATION]
opalinesque[it's a gorgeous day today! the sun is shining, birds are singing... all in all, the beautiful outdoors are more tempting than they've ever been (which is a good thing, considering the more... reclusive nature of a few of the musebox's inhabitants).
and that is why somebody has set up a gigantic picnic! there are foods of all kinds, from savory to the sweet... although, for some reason, one end of the blanket has been taken up almost entirely with different varieties of ice cream. how strange!
enjoy yourselves, children ♥]
and that is why somebody has set up a gigantic picnic! there are foods of all kinds, from savory to the sweet... although, for some reason, one end of the blanket has been taken up almost entirely with different varieties of ice cream. how strange!
enjoy yourselves, children ♥]
icecreamtopping[there is a little girl wearing a ridiculously oversized shirt and a bunny hat sprawled out on her stomach, making daisy chains while singing to herself]
