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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

[belheir]

They wouldn't, no. I've had some places that I thought were safe in the past spike my food later.

Red Cardinal remains the best bet for non-spiked food, though.

[memori3s]

That's pretty inconvenient. I guess it can't be helped.

[belheir]

Not here. It's best if you have someone you can call on to help you if you think you might have eaten something laced.

Not to be presumptuous, but feel free to call on me if you want or need to.

[memori3s]

Are you sure?

[ Yes he's asking the guy who sucked him off nbd when they were still strangers if it's ok. ]

[belheir]

Wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it.

closes my freaking eyes

[memori3s]

Thanks. I'll keep that in mind.

[ And soon enough, Minato will learn it's a good thing that Kazuya made that offer. Upon Kazuya's earlier recommendations, he'd ventured out to Lovely Dovely to pick up some cookies.

That girl he'd met -- Ann, she'd been looking for something sweet at the beverage bar. It seems like a safe assumption that she might enjoy baked goods too? Maybe that'd help her feel a little comfortable here.

But given Kazuya's warnings that even food that was generally safe still ran the risk of being laced... he should probably try one just in case.

Well. It's a good thing that he did. Someone didn't notice the sign that read today's special was "Steamy Surprise."

Kazuya receives the following message: ]

Kazuya

Lovely Dovely wasn't safe...

[belheir]

Wow. That happened way sooner than I thought it would...

Did you grab one of their specials...? Usually that's a lover's package.

[Sheesh...

But, well. He can't complain. He'd gotten drugged more times than he can count at this point. It'd be silly to blame Minato for not paying attention when it could very well have been either easily missed or just unlabelled.]

I'll be at my room in a second, or is it dire enough that you want me to come get you?

[memori3s]

Oh.

[ Thus, Minato learns to double check labels the hard way. ]

It's okay. I think I can make it.

[ He really should have waited to get back to his room before trying one of them. Oh well. Another lesson learned the hard way. ]

How do I get there?

[belheir]

Take the elevators in the lobby up to the King and Queen Suites.

[And then the rest of the directions here. Blah blah im not figuring it out more.]

You'll be able to come in, I have it set to allow you.

[memori3s]

[ Minato is high-tailing it straight for the King and Queen Suites as soon as he's received Kazuya's directions. He walks, albeit at a brisk pace, to avoid attracting too much attention from the other guests. He keeps his head down as well to avoid others spotting the flush steadily creeping into his face.

It's as Kazuya said: the door swings open to allow him inside.

The place is... huge, compared to his own. All this just for one person? It's quaint too given the decor. Nostalgic, in its own way. Huh.

Admiring the interior design isn't exactly what Minato's here for. Already, it feels as though his clothes are stifling, and his head feels like it's stuffed with cotton. The room's spinning a bit too, leaving him feeling uncomfortable in his own skin. ]

...Kazuya?

[ He flushes a deeper red thanks to his shame about his carelessness. ]

[belheir]

[Kazuya peeks his head out from the kitchen area. He hadn't expected the other so soon, but that's fine. He'll worry about finishing up some snacks for Minato later to make up for him being drugged, the poor guy.]

Wow. They really god you good, huh?

[He looks real uncomfortable... He can commiserate, considering what he's been through. He'll nod his head over to his bedroom.]

Bedrooms over there. Hope you don't mind that I don't particularly care for getting my couch dirty.

[memori3s]

[ Was it truly that obvious? Minato only swallows, not willing to trust whatever sounds might come out of his mouth. Not with how numb his tongue feels within it. So he returns Kazuya's comment with a small nod because, yeah, cleaning sheets was much less of an ordeal compared to cleaning the couch.

He heads for the bedroom, rubbing a palm over his forehead. Damn those cookies had hands. On the other hand, he's immensely relieved he'd had the forethought to try one of them before gifting the box like he'd intended. That would've been bad.

And now that he thinks about it... Kazuya's place smelled a little like food? Had Kazuya been cooking before he interrupted him? Even with Minato's typically voracious appetite, he finds he's not very hungry right now, not when he's terribly distracted by the physical sensations set off by the laced food. ]

[belheir]

[All it takes is a few seconds to move everything off so that nothing burns, and nothing is at risk of burning his room down... Though he's pretty sure that everything would be replaced in short order because of his status.

Well. He's got things he doesn't want to burn down anyway, so it's better to be safe than sorry.

He follows Minato to the bedroom, gently closing the door behind them and very lightly placing his hands on the back of the others shoulders, giving him a gentle push towards the bed. Gentle, because he doesn't know how strong the drugs are. It could be a little overwhelming, if he's not careful.]

[memori3s]

[ There's a gentle nudge, a reminder that there's someone else present. Thank goodness for that. Otherwise, it'd be easy to fall prey to the intoxication leaving him absentminded.

There's someone else present; it sets his pulse racing and his mind alight with want. Minato's hand whips out without warning, grasping onto Kazuya's shirt to shove him onto the mattress. He leans forward to cage the other in, pupils blown wide despite his unfocused gaze.

He's hungry. Where should he begin? Kazuya's lips? His neck? There isn't much bare skin available, not when Minato had been too impatient for either of them to remove their clothes. ]

[belheir]

[Well, he's not expecting it, the way he's whirled around on, grabbed and shoved into the mattress. His back hits it, and he makes a small grunt as he's hovered over by someone who has very, very clearly lost themselves in need.

That's fine.

His hands come up to hold either side of Minato's face, to pull him in for a hard kiss because that's what he wants. Even like this, there needs to be some level of intimacy between them. Something to make up for how they'd started here. He'll worry about letting the other get too ahead of himself in a minute, once he tries something for real.]

[memori3s]

[ Kazuya makes the decision for him. Based on the needy moan slipping from him, it's a decision Minato finds satisfactory. The soft lips against his own feel downright delectable, and he wants more, eagerly kissing Kazuya back with a fervor that hadn't existed during their first encounter.

Though his tongue feels thick in his mouth, Minato still insistently presses it past Kazuya's parted lips, all too keen on exploring that warm mouth. His teeth sink into Kazuya's plush lower lip too; it's a degree of desperate craving and heat that hadn't been witnessed before either.

The palms on either side of Kazuya's body shift as Minato lowers himself onto his elbows. They need to be closer -- he wants to shrink the distance between their bodies. There's what appears to be a willing participant who'll indulge the fire alight within him.

All the while the ravenous look in his eye remains, a sharp and singular focus completely juxtaposing the usual muted gaze spotted within Minato's eyes. ]

[belheir]

[Given how Minato had acted in their previous encounter, it feels safe to say that he's entirely beholden to the drugs coursing through his system at this point. He's insistent, and Kazuya is quick to relinquish some control to him, just enough to have the others tongue in his mouth as he kisses him back.

Though the way he's so eagerly lowering himself onto him... Well, He'll have to take charge of that soon. For now he arches his hips, grinds himself against Minato in a way that doesn't really do anything for him in the moment, but is sure to help ease- and likely make worse- the need that that's coursing through his veins.

Minato will eventually be the one to break this kiss. Kazuya has no intention of doing it first, and since he doesn't technically need to breathe... Well, he can go as long as the other can, or maybe he can gasp a breath between the heated motions they're making.]

[memori3s]

[ There's a muffled whine from Minato as soon as Kazuya's hips lift from the mattress to grind against him. It's true; it only worsens the heady desperation coursing like a flame throughout his veins. He grinds back, eager for more friction while gliding his clumsy tongue against Kazuya's.

Inevitably he'll need to break the kiss for air. The breaths he takes through his nose makes things worse, Kazuya's scent permeating his senses heightened by the effects of what he'd eaten.

One of his hands claws at Kazuya's shoulder in search of something for purchase, anything to help steady himself while also holding Kazuya in place. He's not about to allow relief to slip from his fingers.

If it's a trap laid to lull Minato into a false sense of security, it's working quite well. Without the aphrodisiac scrambling his thoughts, he might recall that Minegishi Kazuya was the king of demons, one who'd subjugated entire hordes of them by his own hand. But right now all Minato can think about is gorging himself on the body beneath him. ]

[belheir]

[ The kiss is clumsy, but scorching. Poor Minato, craving only physical release and affection. He'd managed to sound a little less effected by it than he is over text, so it's funny, seeing him behave like this, caught up in everything and wanting.

Thankfully Kazuya has no intent yet to do anything other than lay here for him, to kiss him back and bring his hands up, one to brace against the others lower back and then to the nape of his neck where he holds him close, prevents him from doing more than pulling away just enough to breathe. ]

Needy.

[ A soft tease against the others lips as Kazuya sinks his own back against him, lower hand moving to slip underneath the fabric of his shirt and dig the pads of his own heated fingers against the scorching skin of the other. ]

[memori3s]

[ Kazuya will simply have to swear secrecy that he'd borne witness to Minato in such a state. Perhaps in the future he'll look back on the incident not with horror, but with bashfulness by how openly and freely he'd demanded relief with both his body and his words.

The hand against the nape of his neck leaves Minato shuddering, a quiet whimper tumbling from his lips to get swallowed up by Kazuya. He pulls away just barely enough to pant and catch his breath, the shade of his cheeks flushing a deeper red at Kazuya's observation. If being shamelessly needy will provide him the relief he so desperately craves, then perhaps the temporary bashfulness is a worthwhile price.

Minato dives back in, lips pressed against Kazuya's, nipping at a soft lower lip. The bare palm sliding against his skin only amplifies his desire. ]

Kazuya --

[ He grinds down, hips pinning the other down as Kazuya tugs him in closer. ]

Sorry, I --

[ It's hard to speak when all he can think of is how good Kazuya feels against him. ]

Help me, Kazuya...

[belheir]

I am, I am.

[He promises, the cadence of amusement clear in his voice as he brushes and rubs his thumb there at his nape. No more teasing, he wouldn't like it if it was him in Minato's position, and so the hand at the small of Minato's back flexes, digging in just a little before tugging at his shirt.]

Gotta get undressed first, is all.

[Though if Minato can't manage to pry himself away from him long enough, Kazuya is more than happy to teleport both of their clothes off into a corner of the room.

It might even save them from being too wrinkled in the long run.]

[memori3s]

[ Kazuya's rewarded with another needy sound as his thumb runs against the back of Minato's neck. The careful touch in that sensitive place is twofold, one part pleasure and one part magnified by the vulnerability associated with granting another person access to a weak point.

Getting undressed sounds like a great idea, but pulling away from Kazuya doesn't sound like a good one at all. Normally, Minato would understand that all things came with a cost, and parting temporarily was merely the prelude.

But Kazuya feels so nice right now, and Minato's mind is gripped by full-blown arousal.

...Kazuya's right though. They should get undressed.

Reluctantly Minato pulls away from Kazuya, his own hands pawing at the hem of Kazuya's shirt. His movements are terribly clumsy, hampered by the intense aphrodisiac he'd consumed earlier.

Since when was trying to take another person's shirt off so difficult... ]

[belheir]

[The needy sound is noted and tucked and filed away for some time later. It'll surely be useful in this place, and it'd be silly to not take note of things that people seem to enjoy, wouldn't it? And the aphrodisiacs tend to make people far, far more honest in their physical reactions than they might otherwise be.

Kazuya helps Minato remove his shirt, tossing it away into a corner before he starts on the others own, seizing the chance to pull it up and off over Minato's head while they're still separated.

For his own part, his torso is littered with all sorts of scars. Bite marks from things with too many teeth, jagged lines of claws, clean smooth ones from various knife marks, puncture wounds that clearly have gone right through him, if Minato ever sees the matching ones on his back... And then one that's a gnarled semi-circle, right over where his heart would be.]

[memori3s]

[ There's a moment of clarity in Minato's unfocused gaze when Kazuya removes his own shirt. His body's riddled with both mottled and smooth scars, portions of his body looking like he'd been rend apart before healing up over and over again. And while Kazuya doesn't seem fussed about it, was this truly a sight he was privy to?

Having his own shirt tugged over his head is a welcome distraction. That's right -- surely, Kazuya wouldn't be here like this if it's something he wished to keep concealed.

Being freed of his shirt offers immediate relief, finally rid of that stifling fabric. Minato's skin is warm to the touch, borderline feverish. It's no wonder that the article of clothing, in spite of its light fabric, felt like fetters to him. ]

[belheir]

[That same warm skin is immediately touched, hands running along that feverish skin to drag his finger tips down, down, down. To the waistband of his pants, where Kazuya starts work to free him from his further confines.

Straight to the point, no waiting, no messing around...

Well, there's a little bit of messing around, in the way he digs the heel of his palm in against the others clothed cock still, gently grinding it against him with a wicked grin as he works.]

Better...?