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My Self-Summary

(Weiss Schnee wrote all of this, and literally none of it is accurate. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm too lazy to change it, though. It's good for a laugh, I guess! I'm just a regular guy, thanks.)

Yo! My name's Kazuya Minegishi. I'm just your average boy... or so I thought! As it turns out, my world has a demon infestation problem, and guess who got roped into taking care of it? That's right. It's your boy.

Don't get me wrong-- I'm no hero. I'd rather be listening to cool music on my MP3 player than summoning demons. But hey, when the fate of the world and my friends is on the line, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do.

Pretty cool, right? I'm so cool. I've since ascended to the throne and become the King of Demons. All the demons in the world now bow to me. I may look like a lanky boy, but I've got so much power and hunger for human souls.

My Future Plans

To rise up the ranks, of course! I currently live in the worst room possible, and it is my goal to take me and my friends to the top.

My Talents

Yo, they call me the King of Rap, the polymath prodigy,
Got skills so diverse, I'm a one-man symphony.
Chess boards tremble at my touch, kings bow to my gambits,
Checkmate in five, your intellect scattered in fragments.
But strategy ain't the only language I speak,
Fifty tongues on lock, conversation unique.
Mandarin to Maori, Farsi to French, I flow,
Every syllable a weapon, watch the knowledge overthrow.

Books devour me whole, knowledge my fuel,
IQ off the charts, Einstein eat your drool.
Philosophy dissected, science on my tongue,
History dances with future, a symphony unsung.
But don't mistake me for a brainiac in a gown,
My skills ain't confined to academia's crown.
Kitchen's my canvas, flames my brush, I paint,
Flavors explode, palates sing, no culinary complaint.
And when the chaos reigns, I'm the hurricane's eye,
Dust bunnies tremble, grime surrenders with a sigh.

This ain't just brag, it's a testament to life,
Each talent a facet, cutting through the strife.
Mind sharp as a rapier, words sharper than knives,
My bite ain't for aggression, it's wisdom that thrives.
So come one, come all, test the multi-faceted skill,
Board games or Babel, I'll conquer with will.
Renaissance Rap ain't a title, it's a soul unbound,
Where knowledge and passion in a masterpiece are found.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Forget books, music, and food. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE BEST MOVIE EVER!!!!!!

Buckle up, because you're about to witness the wildest flight of your life - a honey-soaked, pollen-powered fever dream where bees sue humans for stealing their syrup! Imagine this: a world buzzing with disgruntled pollinators, led by a rogue honeybee with a taste for jazz and a bone to pick with Big Sugar. Picture him, wings slicked back with rebellious swagger, delivering courtroom diatribes against greedy humans harvesting their golden nectar.

Get ready for courtroom antics that would make a hornet laugh, with witness stands overflowing with jittery bumblebees and nervous ants. See bees in disguise infiltrate honey factories, unleashing chaos with pollen bombs and sticky sabotage. Witness epic courtroom showdowns, where the fate of a jar of honey hangs in the balance, and one sassy bee's rap skills hold the key to unlocking freedom for his buzzing brethren. So grab your pollen basket and prepare for a cinematic trip so bonkers, it'll leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about honey... and jazz.

My Ideal Partner

She is the winter's whisper, a breath of cool defiance in a world ablaze. Her beauty is sculpted ice, sharp angles softened by the ghost of a smile. Her eyes, the color of a glacier's heart, hold depths both chilling and captivating, promising untold stories etched in frost.

Her strength isn't the blaring anthem of a warrior, but the quiet hum of resilience, a willow that bends but never breaks. Her mind, a labyrinth of icy intellect, houses a cunning that outmaneuvers the mightiest storms. Yet, beneath the glacial facade lies a hidden well of empathy, a warmth that thaws frozen hearts with the gentle grace of a spring thaw.

She is a paradox, a symphony of contradictions played on the strings of fate. A creature of both elegance and grit, where icy brilliance dances with the raw power of a blizzard. She is the woman who walks through fire, not unscathed, but ever more resplendent for the kiss of the flames.

She is, quite simply, unforgettable. And though the world may try to confine her, to label her as fragile or cold, she will forever be the untamed spirit, the whisper of winter that carves its own path through the storm.

Though, I suppose anyone with similar traits will do. I'm very easy!

Height 6 feet Body Type Sexy and muscular 💪 rawr Smokes Smokes DEMONIC ENERGY Drinks water Drugs Just the ones in the food here Sign demons don't have birthdays Education Smart Occupation The King of Demons Income A lot Children NONE Pets The fifty million demons under my command Hobbies Writing poems, reading books, listening to music, playing video games

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

Wine. I'm very classy.

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

No one would want to choose either of these choices

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Hot showers with others ;)

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Ninjas

.05 TITS OR ASS

Breasts in my hands and my penis in someone's ass

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

None

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Winter

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Leather. I'm a very, very bad demon!!!

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

The one where there's biting ;)

Personality Type
ESTP-A

ENERGY

52%

EXTRAVERTED

MIND

66%

OBSERVANT

NATURE

61%

THINKING

TACTICS

58%

PROSPECTING

IDENTITY

68%

ASSERTIVE

personality test. art credit.

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Comments

text; @princeofhearts

[bleakdecember]

Screenshotted and saved for future reference.

[belheir]

Okay? I'm not going to change anything. Weird memento, but again, have fun.

action, 08 jan.

[schmisse]

[ It's been some time since Kazuya posed the "proposal" for Weiss to make a contract with him. He wanted her to let him consume her Aura in exchange for his services and protection, which. . . is pretty dark! Weiss has had a lot of time to think, and there's something about the idea of more power that's appealing.

And so, she's drafted an actual contract—a physical one—and she's had this printed out at one of the shops. The papers are compiled in a folder, and she's asked Kazuya to come over and read it. Her legs are crossed as she sits on the other side of the table, awaiting what his reaction might be to the various terms she's written.

It should be favourable to both of them, after all. ]

This is based on what we discussed before, with some additional caveats that I thought of.

Take your time in reading it.

[belheir]

[ Honestly, he's shocked that she actuallyndrafted a physical contract. One that he's flipping through in front of her, first skimming, then going back to really take in the information there. ]

You know... Normally it's a verbal contract. This is pretty thorough, though.

[ He gives a small hum of thought. ]

Not that I mind that. This leaves things less open ended. [ theres a small pause.] I want at least 35% per week. Since I'll be there to protect you whenever you need anyway.

The Thing We Talked About

[bountyfull]

[ The look that Vash is levying to the painting in this elevator is practically withering, which is saying something considering just how hard he tries to come across as a gentle, kind and soft hearted being. He looks over at the other person currently stranded in the elevator with him, and quickly is expression shifts to something apologetic, and a little anxious or placating. ]

Sorry, probably should have guessed something like this was going to happen. We can wait it out and see if it'll get bored enough to let us go.

[ Or, he shrugs a little, mismatched hands extending the motion a little, the motion of it looking more dramatic. ]

We can play along, but I'm sure you know how this place plays.

:O

[belheir]

[Kazuya, on the other hand, is as cool as a cucumber, leaning against the wall opposite the portrait! Does he like being here, once more trapped in an elevator? Absolutely not. Can he get out whenever he pleases? Absolutely. Has he decided to make a game of it with anyone else who gets trapped in here with him? Also absolutely.]

It takes them awhile to get bored. I've already been trapped before.

[But! It does make getting to know new people easier. And also, this guy is pretty interesting already.]

But I'm down to play along if you are.

text; un: princeofhearts

[bleakdecember]

[It's him again. The morning after his and Marina's drunken bender.]

Did you see anything last night.

[belheir]

Yeah. There was a wild fight at one of the poker tables that ended up turning pretty steamy. And then I watched some guy who was super drunk fall face first into a fountain. Oh, and then there was a couple who had a messy break up in the middle of Great Tit.

@ princeofhearts (again. sorry)

[bleakdecember]

[UNBLOCKED]

Just wanted to give you a heads up that I'm moving rooms.
You won't be able to pop in as easily anymore ;)

[belheir]

What?

text; un: eve

[tfy]

Hello! My name's Hiyori Tomoe ✨😊✨ I don't think we've spoken, but someone mentioned you over the Network so I tried looking you up through that directory. There are just two things I wanted to ask.

1. That person on the Network said you can teleport and use fire, as well as ice magic! Any interest in showing off in front of a crowd? That sounds like a wide array of skills, so I'm sure others would also be impressed! If you are interested, be sure to let me know. We're still accepting sign-ups for the ✨Magic Showcase✨!

>12910

👆 That's this thing!

2. As you can also see, we have a missing person case on our hands. He's called Rinne and he vanished mysteriously at the start of the month. That one girl said she'd ask you to teleport into his room, just to make sure he's not passed out on the floor with a bad wound or something, so I was just wondering if you ever got around to it.

If not, no worries though. I think we have a working theory about what happened to him at this point. This whole thing has just a bit eerie, that's all.

un: 🐈🐈🐈

[belheir]

1. I can do way more than that, but I have zero interest in showing off.

2. I don't think I know a Rinne, but my powers have a few caveats. I can't just teleport into someone's room without their permission, even if it's to check if they're alive. I could have back home, but there's been limits placed on me here. If it was an empty room it'd be different, but other than just breaking the door down to check, I'm probably useless for it.

Also I have no idea where his room even is, and that's also kind of something I would have needed to know.

Sorry I couldn't help with that second part. I hope your friend is alright.

un: angel

[schmisse]

Thanks for the milkshake.

Why banana, though?

[belheir]

[ it takes Kazuya about three wholeass minutes to respond because hes losing it somewhere at this text. HE KNOWS NOW WHY HE GOT LEFT ON READ.... hilarious. ]

Banana milkshakes are delicous. I thought Ragna might like one, but I guess he wasn't interested.

usn: fausteen

[extramortem]

Who on earth did you let measure your dick?
Down to the... decimal of a centimeter???

( it doesn't come across in text, but he's laughing his ass off. the report is just so exacting and thorough!!! good job, weiss )

un: 🐈🐈🐈

[belheir]

What

text | un: lilmonix3

[holeinwall]

[ Hello, third member of the magnificent GP Dick List! Someone has a poem for you! Thanks, reception, she enjoys brightening people's day with the Power of Literature™. (Or their nights, since this comes in late as hell, right after she's tormented the other esteemed dick members on the list. ]

You were in third?
That's absurd!

An eight's an eight;
Don't feel hate!

Centimeters
are sweeter

When used well by
one great guy!

Not that I know
how you grow,

Or how your face
feeds this place.

Don't need to see,
or get "3"...

But I guess Weiss
felt so nice,

And then conferred,
"You're preferred!"

un: 🐈🐈🐈

[belheir]

[what.

What do you do with this. How do you do with this. THIS IS HOW HES FINDING OUT HE'S THIRD PLACE WHICH IS LAST ON WEISS' LIST SOMEHOW???

does she only know people with massive dicks what the fuck]

Thanks.

I think.

text | un: lilmonix3, again

[holeinwall]

[ Like most of her texts, as he's probably going to learn, they pop in with no rhyme or reason, completely ignoring dumb things like "texting at a reasonable hour" or whatever. That nonsense is for normies. ]

but really though

was that measurement accurate??

[ It can't be real, right? Was the ruler broken? ]

love her tbh

[belheir]

I don't exactly make a habit of measuring my dick, so I guess so?

@princeofhearts; text

[bleakdecember]

Are you still angry?

[belheir]

Depends on what you're about to follow this up with.

early june;

[riskybeenus]

[It's a dark and stormy night--- no it isn't, because they don't have storms, at least none they can tell. But it is late at night, and Kazuya might just be heading back to his den, or winning at the casino, or whatever it is he does when people aren't banging in the middle of the night. Didn't matter to Rinne, he spots him, vaguely recalls the one time he tried to get him to help with chips and got rejected, and decides it's the perfect time to heckle him again.

Sometimes you need a break from doomscrolling through life, where the scrolling is the list of people who went missing.]

Lucky Boy! Just the man I wanted to see~

[He didn't have any plans, he's just looping his arm over his shoulder from the back.]

[belheir]

[Oh, for the love of--]

I'm still not giving you any chips.

[He is neither heading back to his room (it sucks) or heading to the casino (he's done there for today), but he is heading to get a late night snack!!! That isn't Weiss. She's too ill at the moment, and that leaves him with a hunger that kind of makes him a little....

Hangry.

Normal food isn't going to cut it, and realistically he knows this, but it definitely is not going to stop him.]

text | un: lilmonix3

[holeinwall]

sorry this took a while!! i wanted to make sure it was perfect 😅☺️

nom nom 🎂🍰🧁🥞

[ At least she's not dropping this in the middle of the night? An improvement, maybe. But here you go, you hot snack: ]

Try Me

They may call it a pancake,
but it's still cake, isn't it?

Some foods aren't ruined
by leaving the bone in.
A bitty bit bitten will tell you
the meat's sweet heat beneath.

Don't let the haters hate!
Let the bakers bake that cake,
because what you've got
hot out the oven
is a piece of pie I'd love to try.

However you'd like to slice it--
Put it on a platter, flatter the batter
bag it up, pack it up, from the front or rear
pop a cheeky cherry inside as a treat
to unwrap from its ribboned box.

However you serve it,
give it all to me.
Not every confection
is made to be perfection.
That is, until you see it through my eyes.

I want every taste.
Burnt or misshapen
full of fetid filling
left stale on the shelf
caught in a bad batch, broken and crumbled.

Rejects taste as sweet as the best.
I'd be blessed.
I'm obsessed.

Batter me up, fill me full
roll me thin, sprinkle some sugar so sweet
so my shiny shell breaks under your teeth
whip it hard, powder us like a cold winter's night
then let's dip, dip, double dip dip.

Leave me gasping
at the sight of you.

No matter your looks
how many eggs you had to crack
turn around and show me the back.

Back up closer, really let me see
one bun and two
the real proofed proof
until we stir up a mess
and shut down the bakery.

[belheir]

[ Holy shit. He actually wasn't expecting this like at all??? But then again, a contracts a contract.

This sure is the most poem of all time. ]

Not sure how I feel about the fetid filling line. It's pretty visceral in a not good way.

Otherwise, 8/10

TEXTS SENT OVER THE COURSE OF YAKKO'S HIATUS

[schmisse]

Kazuya, are you coming over today? I was thinking of running an idea by you.

[schmisse]

Uhh, hello? It's been over four hours and you haven't responded.

@perfume | text | backdated to mid oct

[eaudevamp]

[ Not long after having piqued the interest of a certain apothecary, Reign eagerly messages Kazuya. ]

Kazkaz! Do you have any available time sometime soon? In the evening? To meet at the clinic?

[ Don't mind the new nickname. Blame Rinne for influencing him. ]

un: 🐈🐈🐈

[belheir]

Yes. It's not like I keep much of a schedule here, so I'm free whenever you need me.

@princeofhearts; text

[bleakdecember]

I have missed your bothersome texts while you were away. Don't do that again.

Regardless. Are you still awake?

[belheir]

I didn't realize you were my keeper and not a certain someone else.

And yes. I'm awake.

un; redlines, text

[redlines]

_{[ Guess what's coming in at some unfathomable hour?? Is it night? Morning? Some magical hour that nobody else can perceive? It's a mystery. What isn't is the picture attached: ]}



Found a new bakery that opens up near sunset by the gardens. The flier says "Satisfy those late night cravings with a friend using our 2-for-1 special", and I'm choosing you. We can go, yes?

[belheir]

[Huh. He's never seen a bakery by the name of that... But then again, if it only opens up at sunset by the gardens, maybe he's just overlooked it a few times.]

I don't have any other plans, and I'm fine with going as long as I can pick up some stuff for Weiss while we're there. I'm sure they've gotta have a few sweets that she'd like.

@mochanyava

[survivaltricks]

[the day after their conversation at the rooftop garden, Kazuya receives a MYSTERIOUS TEXT!! . . . which is nothing more than a picture of a card, constructed with printed letters cut out of newspaper and pamphlets from around the resort, all glued onto red cardstock. hello??]

[it reads:]

Sir Minegishi Kazuya, the prideful King of Demons and kidnapper of thieves. Turnabout is fair play; as such, this thief will steal you away this afternoon at three from the crepe stand at the arcade.*

Signed,

A Phantom Thief

* anyway you should come to the arcade crepe stand at around three if you're not busy

** crepes are romantic right

*** all stolen kings will be returned at the end of the heist

**** I think the crepes are safe, I ate one the other day and it was fine

[yes all the addendums are written in cut out letters too. I told you it was stupid]

[belheir]

[... Seriously?]

"Sir"?

[that's his most pressing question.]

text; @tatsuya

[memori3s]

Kazuya. Restaurants?

[ He'd already seen his rank thanks to Mating Season's profile, so no need to share that. ]

[belheir]

Red Cardinal is the big one, but there's a shop that you can find off the main galleria about two hallways down and two rights called Lovely Dovely that focuses on sweets and things like parfaits. Then there's a shake place by the games room, and a westerned themed place inside it down an escalator.

post-welcome event/pre-heart event

[survivaltricks]

[it seems things around the resort have been fairly calm as of late! and on one such normal day, Kazuya's watch buzzes with a text—]

why is prison nicer than my basement suite.

[belheir]

Prison?????

How did you end up in prison here of all places...

text; @mochanyava, dated to the end of the tell-tale heart event

[survivaltricks]

[after receiving some CONCERNING INFORMATION--]

yo. quick question: are you friends with minato?

[belheir]

Yeah, I'd like to think so, why?

text; a few days after the end of the tell-tale heart event

[orphne]

Hi!!!! ♡✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚
Are you busy?
I know you said I can come over whenever but the guy at the elevator to the higher floors keeps telling me no. ( ´•︵•` )

[belheir]

Does he now?

I'll be down in a moment. What floor are you on rn? I'll personally escort you up and give that guy hell for you.

early june;

[izanagis]

[Yu is nothing if not methodical. It shows most often in battle, in the meticulous way he approaches combat and weaknesses... but here, too, he can't help but fall back on systems and processes that make order out of difficulty.

Difficulty, as in: the disappearance of Rise Kujikawa.

Meticulous, as in: combing the resort from top to bottom, looking for a statue.

Maybe it'd be smarter to start on the floor where she was staying, but Yu chooses to be thorough, instead. That's what brings him to the top floors, surveying as many of the statues as he can find, looking for a lost friend. So far, no Rise, but he does come across another faniliar face--]

Kazuya?

[belheir]

[ It's funny. He knows the moment it happens. A snap of magic, near deafening to the only person who can percieve it: him.

It's not supposed to go like that. The contract is supposed to exist until Weiss Schnee dies.

But here, death isn't real. There's something far worse waiting in the halls that beckons him to investigate. To make sure that he wasn't simply going crazy. That he wasn't having a fit. It's here he meets Yu, and Kazuya slows his stride.

Something is off.

Yu isn't at 100%.

Kazuya blinks, and eventually stops, just a few steps away. Within arms length. ]

... Hey. Something happened, didn't it?

[ There's no point in beating around the bush. Not when they both know something is true that they desperately don't want to be. ]

Camping TDM - Bloodmoon (Here there be Monsterfucking)

[drugsnotclubs]

[I'm slapping monster inspo pictures here instead of in the prose: concept? Build/Stance, Teeth/mouth opens like a Dog, stupid unicorn horn.]

[The giant, full red moon is both disturbing and familiar. The way it tints the world a dismal pink is different from the Dark Hour, but the sheer sense of wrong definitely fits. It's like an itching from all around, under his skin, down his throat, burning from the inside in a similar way that he'd felt when his suit had flared as punishment for not playing along with the Peacock's games. It's maddening in a way that he can't actually be surprised as the physical transformation overtaking him, like something inside finally allowed to burst free and out, all fur and teeth and claws and hooves and horns.

The creature he becomes rests on four feet, legs long and evocative of a horse with the stance, though the legs are far more muscled than spindly ungulate limbs of one. His front feet spread out into thick, finger-like paws, but each with a harsh, thick claw that looks similar to the hooves on his back feet. A deep chest, thick neck, and ridiculous golden horn protruding forward, like some sort of were-unicorn-horse with a healthy dose of teeth thrown in for good measure.

More pressing than wondering what has happened to his body is the sheer lust and need for sex, for contact, for release, for taking and possessing someone. Just as before, it's strange: he's still aware, he's still him, but there's no way to fight or resist the need, or how much he wants it, drunk on the moonlight as he is.

Kazuya's scent is something not quite human and not quite other-- something like how he is, now? Possibly also wanting and needing under the influence of the glow of the moon, and the thick fur keeps Shinjiro warm as he walks on hands and hooves through the dusting of snow falling, following the allure of the demon king's scent. Thick saliva drips from his panting mouth, and his long, equine-esque cock hangs heavily, swaying with each step and leaving it's own dripped trail of pre.

It's not hard to find him out in the woods, unique as the scent is. He lifts one of the somewhat hand-like pawhoofs upon approaching Kazuya close enough, pawing at his shoulder. He's not a strange beast right now, but Shinjiro can't find himself caring. Instead he nudges his long muzzle-like face against the side of his neck, his head and hair. He should probably say something, identify himself better than just the sound of his breaths and the pleased noise at proximity and warmth. ]

You're still the same? [It's kind of a dumb question, but at least kazuya might actually recognize his voice, even if it's followed by an entirely too-long and too-prehensile tongue at his neck, curling down the side of his jaw and up to the edge of his mandible on the other side.]

[belheir]

[Unlike some of the others he's been able to spot, Kazuya isn't nearly as affected by the glow of the moon as others are. So far, there's no forced transformation on his end, and he can only assume that it's because of what he is, that he's already a monster, just one in a much more human shape then the ones currently running around. Not that he couldn't be more inhuman, but he doesn't want to be, even if there is a little bit of an itch beneath his skin for it. Maybe that's what makes him appealing in the moment to someone changed by the moon: He simply looks like an easy target to pin down and fuck, especially when he's he's somewhat taken by surprise by the paw-hoof-hand on his shoulder, scratching at his clothes.

His fight or fight reflex kicks in for a split second, the moment that the horny beast nudges against him, he's fractions of a second away from lighting it on fire to prove a point to keep its filthy paws to itself.

Thankfully it identifies itself with a gruff but recognizable voice.

Very thankfully, because Kazuya gives a whole body shudder at the tongue licking him, and if he hadn't recognized the voice, he very much would have lit Shinjiro on fire. As it is, he gives a grossed out noise and a weak push against the muzzle of his.]

Yeah, still the same. Unlike you. You're lucky you said something, because I was about to immolate your ass.

Text; YOU KNOW SOMETIME AFTER THAT LAST THREAD....

[drugsnotclubs]

Bet that first shower after being out of the woods felt great.

How're you doing?

[This is an Absolutely Normal Question and Not Related to Blood Moon Influenced Jamming A Horse Cock into Kazuya.]

[belheir]

[girl you did NOT have to message him to remind him of that!!!]

Oh yeah, felt real nice.

There's no way you messaged me to talk about a shower, though.

What do you want?