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merakiui · 1 year

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Absolutely love the possessive ex Scaramouche ramble in tags, please feed us more of that.

Gladly!! :D

(cw: yandere, extremely toxic ex scara, modern au, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, coercion, obsession, forced marriage, violent/suicidal threats, manipulation, mentions of intoxication/alcohol, implied self-harm)

The two of you were what everyone calls ‘high school sweethearts.’ You met him in the cafeteria when the both of you were first years. Despite the scowl etched on his face, he looked lonely sitting all by himself while everyone was finding tables, old and new friends gathering in groups. He’d ignored you, even scooting further away when you’d attempt to move closer. Even though he seemed so averse to you, you remained, silently eating your lunch. Neither of you said anything, but you did introduce yourself. He scoffed under his breath.

You started to sit next to him for every lunch, and he continued to give you the silent treatment. You never pressed him for conversation, instead choosing to enjoy silence while you ate and admired him from the sidelines. He never looked at you, always facing forwards and toying with his chopsticks, bending them so far until they were ready to snap. Eventually, he seemed to grow accustomed to this routine because many weeks into the semester he turned to address you.

“Why do you always sit by me? Don’t you have anyone else to bother?”

“Maybe. But I don’t think anyone’s as mysterious as you are.”

“‘Mysterious…’ Yeah, whatever.”

That seemed to be the catalyst because, as sardonic as he was, he’d begun talking to you. And it wasn’t long until he started to warm up to you every lunch until the both of you were exchanging lighthearted banter. Your friendship would only grow from this point onwards until, at the end of your first year during a study session to prepare for finals, where you were both pulling an all-nighter at your house, he’d asked you out. And you said yes, and the both of you had gone from best friends to lovers within the span of a year. The both of you were each other’s first partner, so it made doing things as a couple even more exciting because neither of you had any experience with dates or holding hands or kissing.

Kuni wasn’t a bad boyfriend. In fact, he was very loyal and sweet. He’d stand up for you if anyone was being rude to you or scrutinizing your relationship with hateful eyes. The two of you were nearly inseparable. When you weren’t spending time together in school, you were out doing things together. And when you couldn’t meet up in person, you’d text or call, sometimes talking late into the evening about all sorts of things. You were so immersed in him that you failed to notice the red flags slowly raising over time. But looking back there were a few notable ones.

He never invited you to his house. In fact, you’d never even met his parents, whereas he’d been to your home so often that your family practically became his own. He hadn’t mentioned anything about his family, and if you tried to suggest going to his house for dinner so that he could introduce you to them he was quick to change the subject. For a while you’d push this, more curious than concerned, but eventually you’d drop it when it became clear that he wasn’t going to divulge anything on the matter. That had stung, but you snuffed those feelings in favor of focusing on other aspects of your relationship.

The second red flag was just how clingy he became when the both of you were in your third year, having been together for two solid years. You never noticed it before because you loved him, but when friends had pointed out how attached he seemed—and it was to rather unhealthy levels, according to their observations—to the point where you were the only person he’d ever formed a bond with while at school you started to see the cracks in what felt like the perfect relationship. He’d text you every single day, at every single hour, all the time. He’d call you nonstop, even more so when you didn’t immediately pick up.

The third red flag coincided with the second. When you couldn’t make it to your phone, he was quick to blame himself and those around him for being responsible for your deteriorating relationship. Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me? Did those guys bother you again? They probably told you some stupid shit about me, right? Don’t listen to them. Hey, you’re not mad, right? Call me back. I need to talk to you. Just text me when you can, okay? (Name), please don’t leave me. I’ll fix whatever’s wrong. Just promise you’ll stay. Messages of these kinds were what you could expect to receive from him. He’d fluctuate between self-loathing to loathing those around him within seconds, shoving blame onto classmates who’d bully him for being that “weird emo kid with too many piercings” and anyone else who tried to, in his words, “come between you and me.”

By the end of your third year, you started to fall out of love. He was so very dedicated to this relationship, evidenced by how much effort and care he’d put into it, but his clingy behavior was stifling. You’d lost some of your own friends because he chased them away, and it felt like you couldn’t do anything without him breathing down your neck. If you wanted to go anywhere with a friend or two, Kuni had to be there to accompany you. If you looked at another for too long, he’d think you were cheating. If you didn’t text or call him at certain times, if you failed to pick up, or—Archons forbid—you left him on seen, he’d spiral.

Kuni had this habit of sounding dangerously self-destructive when he feared you were being unfaithful or he thought you were going to break up with him, which meant you’d have to sit on the phone for hours convincing him that you loved him, that you’d never leave him, that you’d always be here for him, that you were sorry for not responding, that he needs to calm down and please, please, please don’t do anything rash. Those phone calls were always so stressful. You cried a lot; you’d beg him to put the knife away when he’d threaten to use it on himself, on you, on anyone who might try to take you from him. And, after a few hours of this, he’d be back to his usual self, as if a switch had been flipped. You could hear his adoring smile in his voice when he spoke, when he’d lovingly whisper into the phone, “I’m happy you’re mine. I love you so much.” And you’d shakily parrot the affirmation, too frazzled to say or do anything else.

One of your best friends Rosalyne, who you’d befriended in the midst of all of this, had been so supportive the minute you spilled the truth to her. Kuni hated her the most because she wasn’t afraid of him. Because she’d shut him down when he tried to pull you away from her. Because she wouldn’t approve of any of his toxicity. Rosalyne would take you on shopping sprees, brunch dates, and jogs at the local park. She was plenty of good to outshine Kuni’s bad, and the more time you spent with her the clearer your head would become. The both of you had plenty of sleepovers together, and she let you rant your heart out while she listened. She’d tell you to break up with him, but you’d agonized over how terrifying that would be. You couldn’t bear to tell Kuni the truth—that you wanted to separate because things had turned so rotten—because you were so scared. Scared of him and what he might do.

Scared that if he really did take a blade to himself it would be your fault. He told you that a lot. That it would be your fault if he did anything. That his blood would be on your hands. You believed him every time.

By your final year, you’d already had a plan for university outlined and you’d started applying to a few in advance. You never told Kuni about any of them because you worried he might apply to each one in hopes of going to the same school as you. And when there was the dance for the graduating class and Kuni had asked you to it, you’d told him you were going with Rosalyne and a few other friends as a group. He didn’t like this, as expected, but you’d been so sick of him and his behaviors that you snapped and spilled everything to him. You’ll never forget the look on his face when you told him that you were done with the relationship and that you never wanted to see him again.

He looked as if he could lunge at you and tear you to bloody ribbons at any moment.

You graduated single and so very refreshed, and your summer had been filled with friends. Kuni didn’t message you at all, which was surprising considering you were certain he’d spam you relentlessly after the break-up. But he never did. In fact, you never saw him again. Graduation had come and gone, and now that you could recover from such a terrible relationship he was becoming less of a burden for you. For a while you were anxious. You kept expecting to receive a phone call or to see some news about Kuni, but neither ever came. Rosalyne told you to stop thinking about him. It would only make you even more paranoid and that wouldn’t do your mental health any good. You were so grateful to have her in your life, but most importantly you were glad Kuni failed to scare her away.

Now you’re a second year in college and things have only gotten so much better for you. You and Rosalyne still keep in touch despite going to different schools. She’d gone to a university in Snezhnaya, while you enrolled in one in Sumeru, and you’ve blotted Kuni from your mind. You’ve made a fresh group of friends while attending classes: criminal justice major Shikanoin Heizou, creative writing major Kaedehara Kazuha, musical therapy major Venti, botany major Tighnari, and so many more wonderful people who have all welcomed you into their circles.

So when Venti drags a familiar face to your usual weekend outing, which is really just a retreat to the forest for drinking and smoking, creeping cold settles into your bones. He looks awkward with Venti’s arm slung around him as the more bubbly of the two drags him towards the bonfire, where you sit with the others roasting marshmallows for s’mores, and it’s a look that is so uncharacteristic on him. What’s even weirder is how friendly everyone greets him—as if they all know him—and you’re completely lost when they turn to you and ask if you’ve met Kunikuzushi.

“No,” you lie through your teeth, forcing a pleasant smile and extending your hand for a stiff handshake, which Venti snickers at. “No, I’ve never met him before.”

Apparently, he’s in one of Venti’s classes—it’s a course he’s taking solely because he needs the credits. Tighnari knows him because they usually work the same shifts at the campus café. Kazuha knows him from his linguistics and philosophy classes. Heizou’s ate with him in the dining hall plenty of times now and they’re also taking the same psychology class. It feels so genuine and yet so fake at the same time. Too perfectly manufactured to be a mere coincidence. But you do your best to push past these suspicions, and when he sits across from you, smiling at you and saying how nice it is to meet you, the warping flames paint his face in devilish shadows. That’s what you think he is when he acts like a completely different person from how he was when you dated: a devil who’s good at being kind and outgoing, noisy and abrupt, and always so foul-mouthed, but in a way that makes him charming. Your friends are so enthralled. They love him and his sense of humor. They love his quick wit. They love how fun he is. And suddenly weekends spent in the forest aren’t so enjoyable.

You do your best to overcome your doubts. For a few months you’re on edge. How he even found you is a mystery. Surely he wouldn’t stalk you and enroll in the same college just to get revenge or…whatever vengeance he wants from you. But when he treats you to coffee, when he brings you and the others pastries every other morning, when he invites the lot of you to study at the library, when he tells the funniest stories while crossed and everyone’s giggling like schoolgirls it really feels like he’s…healthier. Like he’s turned a fresh page in his life and is starting anew. Like he’s changed for the better.

Perhaps he just doesn’t remember you. You’ve changed your style over the years, so it’s possible he’s simply forgotten your image and can’t place memories to your name. Eventually, after soothing yourself with these theories, you begin to accept his presence in the group. He fits in so flawlessly, as if he’s a missing piece to the puzzle, and you can’t believe you’re admitting this, but you like this version of Kuni. He’s confident, not cocky. He’s kind, not rude. He gives everyone space. In fact, he rarely texts frequently in the group chat. And he’s funny! He’s so funny. You don’t think the Kuni from your past was ever as funny as the Kuni who regales everyone with lighthearted stories of how he once took in a stray cat that turned out to belong to his neighbor or how his old job had the strangest customers.

Maybe he truly did change. Maybe all of these coincidences really are coincidences. Maybe it’s for the best that you leave the past in the past.

Finals season looms, and the group hasn’t had time to meet up outside of class. Venti has tried to persuade everyone to come study at his apartment. His roommate won’t care (yes, he will. Xiao hates it when everyone gets blackout drunk and he has to wake everyone come morning), but if you’ve known Venti long enough you’ll know there is no studying that happens at these study sessions. This is probably the reason why he’s had to repeat a year.

With everyone’s schedules packed with academics, it’s difficult to find a time where everyone can get together to study. You think you might just be better off studying on your own, but Kuni’s message of you wanna pull an all-nighter for these lame af finals together?? accompanied with a photo of snacks and coffee, any thoughts of studying alone instantly vanish.

This is how you find yourself in his dorm, sprawled on his bed while he sits on the floor, whacking your dangling feet when they get too close to him. His roommate Albedo is currently out tutoring a few students at the library and won’t be back until much later, so it’s just you, Kuni, and a pile of textbooks and notes. You’ve hung out with Kuni a few times and he was great company during each. You’ve also fallen asleep in his dorm before, when you’d come over to binge a show the both of you enjoy, and you’d lost track of time and had slipped into a dream halfway through the marathon. You’d woken the next morning with Kuni looming over you, grinning deviously and holding an uncapped marker. He’d leaned down and whispered, “You drool in your sleep,” and you’d swatted at him and groused about how you were sleeping so peacefully when he just had to ruin your sleep (and your face) with his antics. And then there was that time when you were so drunk at that one party and you could hardly stand, he’d been there to help. He even stayed with you for the rest of that night, offering his assistance when you became nauseous or needed water or a snack until you passed out.

Despite your initial apprehensions, you consider him a friend. He’s no one nearly as close as Rosalyne or your other friends. He’s just a mutual friend, someone you’ll spend time with when you feel like it, but you don’t truly need him in your life. That, and part of you still struggles to trust him after all of the stress and unhealthy obsession he subjected you to.

“Kuni,” you whine, lifting your head from the textbook. “Can you get me some water? I’m thirsty.”

“Do I look like your maid?” he snaps, immersed in organizing his notes. “Get it yourself.”

“I’m picturing it now and you’re in a frilly dress and—”

“Forget I asked.” Setting his notebook down with an exaggerated sigh, he crosses the distance to the mini fridge and withdraws a bottle of water.

Grinning, you slide off of his bed and reach for it with a grateful hum. He smirks and takes a step back, holding it away from you.

“Seriously…”

Rolling your eyes, you lunge for it and he side-steps you with the practiced grace of a cat. You brace yourself against the wall and swipe at him. Again, he dodges, unscrewing the cap and shaking the bottle teasingly.

“I think I’ll take a sip for myself. All of this studying has left me so parched.”

“No fair! That’s mine!”

“Is it?” He pulls it away from his lips to observe the bottle and feigns surprise. “That’s weird. I don’t see your name on it.”

“Look closer!” you exclaim, but just as he’s about to humor you you pounce, tackling him to the ground—there’s a beanbag cushion that breaks your fall—and the water spills all over the both of you in the midst of the tumble. A slew of colorful words stick in Kuni’s throat and your laughter rings out melodiously. You seize his wrist and hold it down while reaching for the bottle in his other hand, where there’s still some water left. He struggles halfheartedly, relinquishing the bottle with a disinterested scoff, and you pull away from him to down what’s left.

While crushing the plastic bottle into a ball, you notice something on your palm—the palm that had grabbed Kuni’s wrist—and it takes a minute before the skin tone-colored substance registers in your mind.

Concealer.

You peer at him and notice that he’s cradling his arm, and confusion sprouts.

“So funny,” he spits with a hollow laugh. “You owe me a new beanbag if this one’s ruined.”

“Hey, hold on. What’s with the—”

“Forget it. You got your water, so let’s get back to studying. Or do you no longer want to be a perfect student?”

Without thinking, you grab his arm as he’s standing and when you look at his forearm you can see where the water’s started to wash the concealer away. Curiously, you scrub at it while he tries to yank his arm away, but when you unearth a dozen scars littering his wrist and climbing the length of his arm that creeping cold from before returns.

And suddenly you’re brought back to those phone calls—the ones where he’d threaten suicide and murder—and you stumble back as if you’ve been burned, half-expecting to hear those threats once more. Kuni’s staring at his wrist, his features twisted in grim disapproval, and for a moment you think he looks…hurt. Or maybe that’s sadness you see. Whatever emotion it was, it doesn’t linger because a quiet chuckle slips past his lips, and the sound is so very frigid it has your blood crystallizing.

“It really hurt when you said you never wanted to see me again.” Kuni peers down at you, and his eyes that had once been so bright and filled with light are dull and dark. “But nothing hurts more than loving you.”

You open your mouth to say something—anything—but the words won’t come. You’re rooted to the ground, horror slinking through your body and rendering you immovable. Your heart is in your throat, pounding so loudly it’s practically a drum, and a cold sweat washes over you.

“Each time I found myself hating you, I thought it was odd because I love you so much. I can’t possibly hate the one I’ve loved all this time.” He scowls. “But loving you hurts. Loving you feels like chewing glass and drinking poison. Loving you isn’t fair because while you moved forward with your ‘friends,’ I was forced to stay behind and pick up the pieces of what was left of you. So for every moment I couldn’t stand you, I tallied it on myself so that I’ll never forget the times I loved you so much I hated you.”

This can’t be happening, you’re thinking, curling your hands into trembling fists. He changed. He changed, right? This isn’t the same Kuni from before. This isn’t…

“And when I saw how well you seemed to be doing without me, I hated you even more.” Without warning, he’s grabbed your arm and hoisted you up. You open your mouth to scream, but no sound comes—not that anything could when he’s pulled a switchblade from his pocket and poised the pointed tip at your jugular. “You have poor taste in friends. Those guys suck.”

Tutting, he shakes his head at you like a parent might when scolding a child, and says, “Do you know how fucking tiring it was pretending? You think I care about pastries and stupid campfire stories? You really think I’d ever want to associate myself with that sorry lot?”

“K-Kuni, please let go of me. I… I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were—I’m sorry. So please just…”

“And then the first time you see me after all these years apart and you had the gall to lie to my face! ‘I’ve never met him before.’ Bullshit. You just didn’t want any of your loser friends to know our history, right? Because you’re ashamed to have known me, right?”

“That’s not it! I… I was just—I didn’t… I was… I just…”

“I… I… I…” he mocks, shoving you down onto the beanbag. It dips under the sudden weight, and you sink further into it when he points the blade at you. “Stop tripping over your tongue. I should be the one near tears! You cast me aside and then forgot all about me. You abandoned me when I needed you most.” His voice cracks at that last sentence, and your heart skips erratically.

“That’s not what happened! We needed space. I needed space. You were being too—” You stop yourself, unsure of how to phrase it. Too controlling? Too dangerous? Too scary?

“Lucky for you, I’m willing to overlook these past...slights.” The blade twirls effortlessly in his grasp, and you heave a relieved breath when he’s no longer pointing it in your direction. “Marry me and we’ll forget all about the past. We’ll start over.”

His demand almost stops your heart altogether. You stare up at him, mouth agape, and mumble a disbelieving, “What?”

“You heard me.” He seems to soften with his next words, and for a moment he looks and sounds like the Kuni who hangs out with you and your friends. The harmlessly fun Kuni who always takes such good care of you. “You’re the only one I’ll ever love, so let’s get married.”

“K-Kuni, I can’t... I really can’t...”

Within seconds the blade has found itself on his wrist, pressing into delicate flesh. Not enough to cut, but if he applies more force you’ll definitely see blood. You choke on a horrified gasp.

“What was that?” He raises his brow at you, challenging you with a calm smile.

Your mind reels in an effort to conjure a plan. What can you even do? If you take the blade from him, will he turn his anger on you? Will you have to wrestle him into submission? And if you do manage to get out of his dorm, will anyone believe you? He’s painted himself in such a pleasant light. Your friends love and trust him! So what can you say? And if there isn’t any solid proof, no one will even entertain bringing the authorities into this mess.

“I’m waiting, (Name). Are you really going to make me add another tally? Do you really want me to hate you again? Oh, but maybe I should start marking you! We can add a slice for each time you failed to love me. That way we’ll both look like used cutting boards.”

You need help, you want to say, but the words escape you.

Instead, you nod hastily and say breathlessly, “Okay, yes! I’ll marry you!” Swallowing your horror, you glance at the blade as it’s lifted from his skin. Thankfully, there isn’t a cut. “I... I’ll marry you, Kuni. So... So please don’t hurt yourself. Please.”

It feels like you’ve been strangled for an eternity, so when he finally pockets the blade the air in your lungs returns and you collapse against the beanbag, chest rising and falling in short, panicked breaths.

“Good.” He bends down to your height, grips your chin with cold fingers, and forces you to meet his adoring stare. “We’ll look at rings tomorrow. Or maybe you’d prefer bracelets instead? I can be flexible but only for you, so you’d better be grateful.”

You swallow rising bile and nod. “T-Thank you.” You’re not sure why you’re thanking him when he hardly deserves it, but it feels like the right thing to say to ease the tension.

Kuni’s eyes sparkle, no longer a void of endless darkness, and when he leans in to capture your lips in his your heart sinks. You really can’t run from your past, can you?

#genshin chit chat #yandere-romanticaa #yandere scaramouche #scara says he needs you but what he really needs is a therapist first and foremost #adding heizou into the mix!!! he probably takes notice of your change in behavior #and confronts you one on one to ask if everything's okay #and he looks so concerned and his voice is so soft and so you break and spill everything #and he nods while he takes in all of this information before offering to help #he knows the law (he's studying it after all!) so he can help you #but what heizou doesn't tell you is that the law might crush one evil person but it can easily protect other evils :)#especially him who is oh-so-honorable and sweet #you'd never know he wants to be more than just friends #and that he has a journal detailing your every move #but also i like the idea of heizou being a genuine friend and the two of you grow closer while trying to find ways to get scara caught #and taken away from you for good #but yan!heizou just hits so deliciously orz #also also!! adding in rosalyne~~ she went to the same uni as kuni (in snezhnaya)#but when he finally found out where you were he transferred #and rosa only realized they went to the same school when she found out from ajax (who also attends the same uni)#kuni probably worked part-time as a hospital receptionist before he transferred schools #and he's pretty sure the doctor there is a serial killer or he's just on the border of criminally insane (this is dottore after all)#(me looking at every way i can insert each harbinger into this au >:D)

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Here are two ascended goddesses!

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: A mental health issue and death are mentioned in this post.

Volczebuthrija X’Uylmaboskezirg, born as Mutlezrosvinda Eyrvoluba, is an ascended war, protection, and animal goddess with melancholia. She has a persistent feeling of extreme sadness for long periods of time and a loss of interest in most activities that were once enjoyable to her. She has strong feelings of hopelessness and guilt, and she doesn’t show much emotional response. She possesses a lack of lively energy and experiences anxiousness and irritability, but she tries her best to not show that. As a knight, she mostly follows the chivalrous code in terms of humility, loyalty, courage, generosity, respect, and prowess. Volczebuthrija is noticeably much friendlier and tender with animals compared to humans, Ufrajozlens, and some Æylphitus. Due to being a taciturn individual, she’s quite reserved in speech, which makes her come across as uncommunicative and unsympathetic. She shows great control over her emotions, allowing her to remain calm in all difficult situations and be free from agitation. She possesses immense cunningness that helps her get out of tricky situations, and she’s fairly insensitive and ruthless during times of battle. Her confidence and assertiveness makes her come across as slightly self-centred and somewhat confrontational. She’s mainly concerned with practicality and reason rather than relying on abstract theories, and she has charismatic leadership skills. She possesses a sense of conscientiousness, quiet warmth, and dependability, while maintaining appropriate seriousness. As an unyielding stoic, she doesn’t complain much during hardship, but this facade does slightly crumble when she needs to relax.

Her pear-shaped mesomorph body has broad shoulders, a somewhat defined waist, prominent thighs, and a well-endowed chest. Volczebuthrija is approximately 6’ 8” (203.2 cm), and she has long, curly golden copper brown hair that’s often tied into a simple braid. She also has tanned creamy skin and duck blue eyes, which earns a sage green, pink, and gold tapetum lucidum after ascension. Reddish-brown freckles are scattered across her face, neck, and chest with faint pink stretch marks on her upper arms, hips, and belly. She used to have cuts and burns covering some of her front torso and back, and scars on her lower legs, but those have vanished after achieving godhood. She now has lips that are covered in a thin layer of clear cyanide and skin with microscopic spikes. She dons a slightly battle-worn, yet well-kept full suit of bronze armour with a yellow-orange and blue-green sheen. She has a brownish-red helmet that’s shaped like a snarling dog and two differently designed silver pauldrons: on the right, it has a coiled, bronze-tongued serpent; and on the left, it depicts a thistle ensnaring a silver papal cross. Her vambraces and greaves were intricately crafted to mimic bird feathers, and the fingers of her armoured gloves are sharp, yet slightly rounded. Her cuirass has a silver depiction of the fire-breathing chimera with the body and head of a male lion, the head of a horned goat rising from the back, and a tail that ends with an adder’s head. Volczebuthrija has a pair of sabatons with anisodactyl feet, cuisses that protect her thighs, and a brownish-red gorget. She also possesses two couters for her elbows, tassets hanging from her cuirass, and two circular besagews that are part of the harness.

In her second form, she’s a 21’ 3” (647.7 cm) chimeric entity with the nude upper body of her previous form and the lower body of a downriver blue dragon. She possesses elvish ears, a flaming throat, tacha-feathered wings and back, muscular bird-like legs, claws covered in a polished bronze coating, and the udders of a female goat. She has incredibly thick skin and her extremely protective scales are as strong as steel and nearly resistant to weapon damage. Below her hips, Volczebuthrija has the heads of a grey wolf, a rhinoceros with goat horns and a horse’s flaxen mane, and a harpy eagle. In both manifestations, she carries around a shield that depicts a unicorn head with a Scottish primrose and a 9 ft (274.32 cm) claymore. This claymore belonged to an ogre, having a boarskin grip, a thick, slightly curving blade and two green, yellow, and orange jasper eyes above the cross-guard.

She can release the inhibitions of other people, essentially corrupting them by forcing their most primal instincts to turn them into impulse-driven beasts. Volczebuthrija is an undeniable expert of killing, animal riding, tactical analysis, and zoology, and she can easily sense any opportunity within all situations. She’s able to see a series of steps that are required to achieve what's possible in her desired outcome, allowing her to follow them perfectly. She can perfectly understand and write every language as well as breathe fire and spit acidic venom. She possesses nearly absolute strength, violence, stamina, endurance, wisdom, weapon proficiency, accuracy, reflexes, vision, hearing, smell, and lung capacity. She has the ability to manipulate strategy, anger, combat, armies, battlefields, war, victory, peace, balance, discord, defence, and fauna energy. She can create spirit arms of steam and flesh that allow her to destroy impure souls and utilise divine weather manipulation. She’s capable of creating a temporary draconic shield that blocks incoming attacks, which also absorbs its damaging energy and force. She can detect all impending threats during a fight and quickly regenerate her wounds to the point that she’s able to reattach limbs. She has the power to grant invulnerability to mortals, shapeshift into any animal and beastly hybrid, and activate her thermal resistance when needed. Volczebuthrija can even use her helmet to access her second form and teleport near fauna and lands ravaged by war. She can summon demons to aid in her battles, and she possesses nigh-omniscience, having some details be missing or blocked out.

FAMILY:

Four sons

Two daughters

Bjathurszomeni M’Guktjehodzripa (lover)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Lady Eyrvoluba

Dame Mutlezrosvinda

Missioned Virago

Shepherd’s Child

Knight of Foxhounds

The Chimeric Glare

Witch of the Sinewy Arc

She Who Wrestled Great Beasts Amongst Every Land

Mutlezro (by some people)

Volczebu (by some people)

X’Uylmaboske (by a few people)

Borkhelaszugi (by a few people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

She’s heteromantic asexual

She’s half-Visigothic and half-Scottish

She’s the first known holy knight and marked beast to ever exist

She was originally the knight of an old sovereign family and a temple that dedicated themselves to Himanotrude, Blodeghuta/Schuzelonta, and J’Tervazoschin.

She has fifty hellhounds who act as her hunting dogs during the annual wild hunt.

She used to own a small pack of English foxhounds with the purpose of hunting and companionship.

As a part of her rigorous training, her priestly caretakers employed harsh and brutal methods such as killing disastrous beasts, joining wars, and partaking in the genocide of mages. After reaching early adulthood, she was used by the priests and other knights as a sex object. Before she succumbed to the darkness within her, she made a pact with Luxaszofer in order to overthrow those who wronged her and be free from the shackles of societal expectations on women. Once she had made the pact, she would later bear six children without a father. She would kill all of the knights and followers of the temple she was chosen to protect shortly after giving birth to her last child. The current monarchy was horrified, ordering their top executors to torture her to death. They forcibly stripped her naked before using the breast ripper and pear of anguish on her. She was humiliated and made to ingest oral opium, alcohol, henbane, wormwood, and comfrey on a daily basis before being thrown into an iron maiden.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of her name have special meanings: Volczebuthrija means “oracle's wormwood or ancestor that opens a moonstruck hearth” and X’Uylmaboskezirg means “misty victor treading on a nightmare, leviathan of the berserk magnificence or interdimensional volcano-climber”. In regards to her birth name, Mutlezrosvinda means “council journey, meeting path or strong assembly” and Eyrvoluba means “beloved respect or dear honour”.

Her sacred animals are the foxhound, alligator, bear, hedgehog, eagle, sea lion, black panther, and monarch butterfly.

Her sacred plants are the blackthorn, cornflower, comfrey, snapdragon, holy basil, false indigo, and St. John’s wort.

Whenever she interacts with smaller animals, she sits down and has her legs up to her face, using her finger to play with them.

She’s able to kill a person before they utter a single word

Daphjektzonius J’Nehwavolczurdi, born as Pledozurniah, is an ascended eclipse, beauty, thief, and oracular goddess with a surprisingly gentle heart. She has palpable motherly instincts, showing immense affection and concern towards her loved ones and friends. She’s fiercely loyal to those who mean something to her and will go to great lengths to protect them. She’ll only betray the people she cares about if she was backstabbed or her safety was threatened. She excels at detecting most solid opportunities and knows how to recognise situations that are too good to be true or are risky enough to be avoided. She enjoys taking on new and exciting risks, but there are instances where she’s overly cautious. Daphjektzonius possesses unyielding independence that she’s quite proud of and she shows no fear about breaking social conformity when needed. She’s weirdly calm in the face of all difficult situations, never losing her temper and aggressively lashing out. She has high intuition and partial naivety, and she’s an adventurous pleasure-seeker with a light-hearted sense of humour. She’s somewhat strong-willed and can be slightly greedy when it comes to her deepest desires for fame, gratification, and respect. She prefers to use her charismatic beauty, seductive charm, and verbal facile to easily deceive people. She's also a very manipulative liar, fully capable of hiding the truth and encouraging others to do certain dirty work for her.

She’s a 5’ 1” (154.94 cm) albino with a spoon-shaped ectomorphic body type that has sloping shoulders, full breasts, prominent thighs, upper arms that carry a bit of her weight, and a slightly swollen belly. She has pale almond skin with sixteen pinkish moles: one on the left side of her forehead; two below her right eye; one above her right collarbone; four on her left breast; one on her right shoulder; two on her right trapezius; and five on her left latissimus dorsi. She also has solar lentigines across her upper body: one on her right cheek; one on below her right breast; two on her belly; one near the left side of her hips; one on her left brachioradialis; and three on her back. Daphjektzonius possesses lavender eyes with red pupils and long light blonde hair with slight curls that reaches slightly above the middle of her back. She wore a rope girdle of scarlet around the top of her sash and a red-to-purple-to-white veil, reaching from the forehead and over the back of the head to the hips. She donned a pair of simple strap leather sandals, long-sleeved leopardskin tunic, and a fringed ankle-length linen skirt with pine glade and red damask stripes. Lastly, she had a tabasco hip sash with golden floral embroidery, a loose-sleeved catskill white dress, and a cosmic purple tube bra with two gumbe stripes.

After her ascension, she’s now 9’ 2” (279.4 cm) with a similar body type and four large avian wings that mimic the colouration of a dusky turtle dove. She also has a draconic tail of glossy blue with a bronze underside and Pyrenean goat legs. She now wears a fringed cloth skirt of tacha, zest, mulberry, and pelerous that reaches to her ankles with her old hip sash and girdle. Her veil is accompanied by a brazen crown of thorns and her leopardskin tunic is now sleeveless. Daphjektzonius’ tube bra is now a shimmering jazzberry jam with gilded ouroboros encircling the bottom and a partial wrap-around white veil. Her hair is now a pearly white with more prominent curls and it’s slightly below the middle of her back. She often carries around a box full of dyed fabrics and silks, a ceramic hamsa amulet, and a golden staff with a labradorite globe.

In her second titan form, she’s between 16-17 ft (487.68-518.16 cm) and possesses a lanky, ectomorphic body with elongated limbs, digitigrade legs, broad shoulders, a slightly round belly, and a fairly defined waist. Her glistening skin is the colour of aqua squeeze with hints of pale rose on her face, shoulders, elbows, knees, hands, and belly. She lacks any noticeable facial features until she unfurls the flesh surrounding her head like a flower. It reveals six "petals" and each one is lined with three rows of canine teeth. It also reveals a large open mouth and a pointed tongue that are both a cosmic purple with a sunrise and teal sheen. She has six-toed feet with slightly rounded coppery talons, four slender, needle-like fingers on each hand, and three pointed spikes on each shoulder. Daphjektzonius’ has two thick-to-slender, segmented tails with a sharpened tip and spine-like spinous processes. She wears a winged scarab amulet made from amber covered in a thin layer of dragon’s blood and it hangs from a leather cord around her neck. She also wears a long, flowing quilted cloak that is made from cotton, velvet, tulle, and polyester, and it has a silk blizzard blue lining. Their quilted cloak depicts a cypress tree with 11 branches growing out of a humpback whale with an onyx heart.

She can manipulate the solar and lunar eclipse, darkness, light, fire, heat, energy from the sun and moon, gravity, reflection, twilight, beauty in nature, precognition, retrocognition, and prophecies. Daphjektzonius possesses full knowledge that surrounds everything about moons, fire, heat, and information that is dangerous and forbidden to mortals. She’s a master of religion, sex, astronomical phenomena, escapology, performing sleight of hand tricks, security, and surveillance. She can easily open and close any security system without the need of the key, pass code, etc. She’s able to make herself completely undetectable and imperceptible for a few hours, use her wings to fly (first form) or levitate (second form), and induce insanity, serenity, insomnia, and greed. She can project seductive thoughts into the subconscious in order to hypnotise and deceive her targets. She possesses supreme thievery, allowing her to steal any object, ability, piece of knowledge, and aspect of beauty and ugliness she wants. She has beauty, charisma, awareness, preparedness, hearing, touch, will, tranquillity, agility, speed, efficiency, flexibility, and stamina that are all nearly absolute. She’s omnipresent and capable of transforming musical notes and sounds into visions of the future. She can alternate between her two godly forms, detect impending threats that are directed at her, and sense the coming and exact time of death amongst every living creature. Daphjektzonius has dream telepathy, the ability to release the desires of others, and aphrodisiac saliva and tears. She can speak and understand all languages, and her kiss can cause sensory overload, control negative emotions, and bestow permanent luck.

FAMILY:

Unnamed lover

Two sons

Two daughters

Unnamed female descendent

Mutseloniah Ramunolehi Albofzarius (descendent)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Welcoming Toad

Pearl of Sweetness

Hostess of Gracious Wonder

High Courtesan of the Vast Space

Jektazonius (by a few people)

J’Nehwavol (by most people)

Wulavozerdi (by a few people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

She’s bisexual

She was a Hebrew courtesan, an entrepreneur of dyed fabrics, silks, and fine clothing, and a priestess of an unknown eclipse deity.

The unknown eclipse deity is the one who taught her how to steal with great proficiency and overthrow her enemies through deceit and assassination, which would later be passed down to Mutseloniah.

She had a loving family before their separation during the Mesopotamian invasion of a Hebrew settlement.

She was owned by a Mesopotamian ensi who elected her as his courtesan and the priestess of the unknown eclipse deity that his city worshipped. She has a strong desire to free her Hebrew brethren who were enslaved by the Mesopotamians. This unknown eclipse deity would come to her in a dream, granting her knowledge about thievery, cunningness, and assassination. As a result, this encouraged her to overthrow the ensi of the city she's in. After a long while of planning, she stealthily killed his guards and concubines, and tried to murder him in his sleep. However, she was caught before she could do so and imprisoned for the rest of the night. The next morning, the ensi would execute her by commanding the soldiers, merchants, and the other prostitutes to chuck shards of sharp glass at her.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of her name have special meanings: Daphjektzonius means “gluttonous moonlight or harlot of the atrocious behemoth” and J’Nehwavolczurdi means “icy monarch that has flayed our shame, gleaming seducer above the onslaught or pessimistic delicacy”. In regards to her birth name, Pledozurniah means “lord will upgrade the rock’s standard”.

Her sacred animals are the peacock, white tern, scarlet kingsnake, Chrysina aurigans, Fleischmann’s glass frog, and orange-lined triggerfish.

Her sacred plants are the meadowsweet, honeysuckle, hibiscus, amaryllis, hyacinth, calla lily, and apple blossom.

She finds enjoyment in playfully teasing others

Daphjektzonius enjoys observing her descendents

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