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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

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Comments

[survivaltricks]

[somehow, it hadn't occurred to Akira that wing summoning would require shirt removal. but now that he thinks about it, that garment would probably get in the way, wouldn't it? or at the very least, the wings would shred it to pieces]

[and so he politely averts his gaze while Kazuya undresses, only turning it back when shades of darkness dance in the corners of his vision. he watches as wings appear amidst dark black smoke, mouth parting slightly in open and honest awe]

Wow. . .

[at the invitation to touch, Akira starts, surprised at the offer. but it isn't one he turns down as he reaches out with a careful hand, brushing his knuckles against the velvety drapes between the boning]

. . . very impressive, Kazuya.

[belheir]

[There's a minor flinch at first contact, but other than that, he stays remarkably still for the rest of those curious touches. Like the rest of him, the wings are warm to the touch, and soft beneath his knuckles.]

Right? Fastest way around Makai is to fly, so I had to get good at it pretty fast, honestly. Otherwise I'd be stuck walking, or riding other demons. Not a very kingly image being carried by Garuda, you know?

[survivaltricks]

[the gentle brush of Akira's knuckles continues towards one of the wing's bones, where he then allows fingers to trace up and down the more solid structure, openly curious. he's mindful of Kazuya's reactions to each and every touch, prepared to pull back if he accidentally hits something he shouldn't]

[a lightly amused huff at the comment about Garuda]

Nope. Not at all. I can admire a king who takes matters into his own hands, too.

[and doesn't just rely on his lackies to cart him around]

[belheir]

[Every now and again his breath hitches at the exploratory touch, the light contact sending tingles through the limb and down his spine. It's not quite pleasant, but it's not not pleasant either.]

I didn't take you as someone so into royalty.

[What with his attitude against people in power.]

[survivaltricks]

I'm not.

[a quick and easy response, given with a slight twitch to the corners of his lips. he notices those hitched breaths, pausing every single time he gets one, only to continue explorations shortly afterwards. as long as Kazuya isn't telling him to stop, then Akira will let his curiosity get the best of him!]

I'm more of a "down with the monarchy" kind of guy. But--

[hn. . . how best to put it. . .?]

I'm also a realist. Where I come from, tearing people out of positions of power is easier said than done. [though he has managed! a few times!!] So when I meet someone who takes their responsibilities seriously, I admire it.

[belheir]

Huh.

[A realist? Well, sure. He gets it, especially after what he's seen. So he can agree that tearing people out of positions of power when they abuse them is a good thing, and something that should be done.

The wing being touched stretches a little, opening wider so that Akira can explore more as he pleases.]

Guess I should be careful around you, huh? Don't wanna lose my kingly throne to some nobody.

[... He's teasing! A smart thing to do, when someone has their hands on a very sensitive part of you...]

[survivaltricks]

[it sure is a good thing!! what would Akira had done if CERTAIN PEOPLE back home had maintained their corruptive influence over the masses? that sure would have sucked!]

[but he has also met people who use their authority for the betterment of the people around them-- Yoshida, the former diet member. Niijima, the prosecutor turned defense attorney attempting to reform the system from within. Zenkichi, the proud public security officer who just wanted to fight for justice]

[those are the people that keep Akira from being a full on anarchist tbqh]

[his grin widens, something playful sparking to life in his eyes as he lays his palm flat against soft velvet, then curving his fingers inwards slightly to give it a little scritch]

Hey now, I'm a pretty proud nobody. [he doesn't need the spotlight that badly!] I've mastered the art of being completely average.

[belheir]

[That scritch? That gives Kazuya a full body shiver, the wing reflexively folding around that hand in response.]

Whoa...

[... Not to what Akira is saying, but to the sensation! It's weird! He's got goosebumps now...]

It's way more sensitive than I thought...

[Even after Akechi fucked around with his wings, all those months ago.

Maybe he deserves this.]

[survivaltricks]

[. . .]

[. . . . . . . .]

[. . . . . . . . . . .]

[heh]

[there's something catlike about the way Akira stares at Kazuya, brows raised, his grin widening from cheek to cheek, full of mischief. that's all it took for a reaction that powerful, hm. . .?]

[. . .]

[what else is he allowed to get away with, here??]

[Akira lifts his other hand, pressing fingers another panel of velvet drapery, giving it another scritch similar to the first one. two-pronged assault!!]

Sensitive in a good way. . . ?

[do that again?? that's what Kazuya meant, right??]

[belheir]

[That garners a small sound of surprise, and his hands come up as he flinches visibly. It's not painful! It doesn't hurt! But it is a strong sensation that ricochets through his body like a stray bullet.]

Don't look so pleased with yourself for that one... I told you they were sensitive!

[... In a good way, is obvious, from the way Kazuya tightens the other wing to his body just in case Akira gets a smart idea to attack that one as well...]

[survivaltricks]

[DON'T BLAME HIM FOR BEING SO PLEASED!! HIM?? FLUSTER KAZUYA?? INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND?? best day of his life in the resort thus far. he had no idea this was even possible. somewhere, in the recesses of his brain, Akira has locked Kazuya as. . . someone way out of his league. so it feels a little nice, to bridge that gap between them]

[it's a smart play, to fold the wing around himself so Akira can't assault them both at the same time. he was totally going to go for it! but as a backup plan, he enters full on scritch mode with the wing he has now, stroking fingers across the smooth velvet insides in long, slow lines]

I can't help it. . .!

[he can he just does not want to]

I don't think I've ever seen you like this before. I'm just taking a moment!

[to enjoy it!]

[belheir]

[Oh... His knees feel weak. There's nowhere to sit! He could easily, easily get out of this by just moving away, or better yet, dismissing the wings entirely!

But he doesn't, because he may be a little bit numb-brained from the scritching, with how it constantly sends pleasant little sparks down his spine. Even still, he puts up a little bit of a fight for it.]

What do you mean "Like this"? It's not like I have wings out normally, you know.

[... His hands are opening and closing slightly now, tensing and relaxing as he needs to do something to deal with this nervous energy building up in him. If he had a tail, it'd be lashing back and forth right now.]

[survivaltricks]

[he could even use those wings to smack Akira's hands away. he'd take it in stride!!]

I don't mean the wings.

[leeeaning to the side a bit, so his face hovers a bit closer to Kazuya's, where his companion can see the amusement dancing on his features]

I mean. . . you look a little hot and bothered. That's all.

[another long scritch! this time all the way from top to bottom, almost like a cat dragging its claws down a scratching post. but with less force, of course]

[belheir]

I told-

[Oh! Oh! Death for Akira! Death immediately!

Because as he drags his fingers down his wing, there's a full body shudder, a weak, strangled noise, and his hands shoot out, dropping his shirt in the grass in favour of grabbing Akira by his and pulling him in hard to kiss him even harder.

This is what he deserves! Teasing him! Working him up without knowing it! Or maybe he did know it, and that makes it even worse, somehow!]

-- You, they're sensitive! Of course I'm hot and bothered by the way you're touching it!

1/2

[survivaltricks]

[DEATH FOR AKIRA, NO JURY WOULD CONVICT!!]

-- !

[the kiss is so sudden that Akira has absolutely no time to process it or reciprocate. Kazuya catches him in open-mouthed surprise, features slack, eyes wide as his brain tries to catch up with the pressure against his lips]

[?!?]

[survivaltricks]

[and then Kazuya is gone, leaving Akira blinking at him with owlish daze. at least. . . for a few seconds]

[. . .]

[a few short seconds]

[slowly, that bemusement morphs into another grin. fingers dig into Kazuya's wings again, almost threatening]

Now who's the thief?

[HEH]

[belheir]

You! You're still the thief!

[??? Kazuya has stolen nothing! Not a single thing!

His hands fist into Akira's shirt tighter as his breath comes heavier and heavier the longer those movements of his fingers go on.

Finally, he gets the bright idea to actually bat that hand away. With the wing, which causes him to inhale sharply at the bolt of lightning sensation that travels all the way down his spine, causing his head to thunk against Akira's shoulders hard.]

... This is the worst place for this, you know.

[There's only the grass! The ground! It's not that comfortable!

But also this is the only warning he can manage at the moment.]

[survivaltricks]

[HELLO?? WHAT WAS THAT KISS, THEN?? THIEF!! FELLOW SWIPER OF SMOOCHES!!]

[and with Kazuya's wing finally batting his hands away, Akira ceases his relentless assault, instead burying those fingers into Kazuya's hair as the demon rests his forehead against his shoulder. there's a bit of laughter tumbling from his lips, but it's fond! and not teasing!! he knows when to have mercy]

[. . .]

[though he also knows. . . hm! a thoughtful hum, and then Akira scrapes his nails gently across Kazuya's scalp, slow and soothing. how does he feel about head scritches??]

The worst place for what?

[he wants to hear Kazuya say it. he won't be making assumptions!1]

[belheir]

[He slumps at the touch, exhaling softer now that he's not being constantly wound up again and again. Now that he can actually think.]

For me to put you against the ground and have my way with you.

[His voice is even, but his breathing is coming a little faster, a little more turned on than he was previously.]

Because that's what's going to happen if you keep touching my wings.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . you know. . . Akira can't really call himself experienced after merely two encounters, as eye-opening and exciting as they both had been. he's definitely still in the process of figuring things out for himself-- his likes, his dislikes, the things he is curious about, the things he is decidedly not. and while the little excitement he has gotten into thus far has taught him that he really enjoys doting on others (read: being in control), that doesn't mean he is disinterested in the other side of the equation]

[especially not with someone he knows would take good care of him. Kazuya may feel way out of his league, but. . . Akira isn't the type to let something like that stop him]

[his free hand skims across the bony edge of one of those folded wings. the mere ghost of a touch and nothing more]

Is that really what you want?

[words quiet and low, barely audible from where they rumble in the back of his throat, smooth as butter]

Sweet talk me enough and I might just let you.

[does Akira even deserve sweet talk right now??]

[belheir]

[His breath comes out hotter and heavier against Akira's shoulder as the hand skims across the firm ridge of his wing. The touch is so light, and yet so heavy at the same time. Barely anything, and yet so much.]

What makes you think you deserve the sweet talk after what you've just done?

[Now? He moves, mouth grazing against Akira's neck with the sharp cut of teeth, more sharp than they've been before. A consequence of his wings also being out? Not quite, but when one demonic trait shows, the rest tend to follow suit.]

[survivaltricks]

[sharp canines graze his skin, accompanied by a heated rush of breath, and Akira feels his own body tense with an involuntary shiver as goosebumps spring to life across his neck. he inhales deeply and bites his tongue, not wanting to be too obvious about his own slowly building interest. after all. . . this isn't about him. it's about Kazuya, and how much the demon will allow him to push until he just can't take it anymore]

[that ghost of touch becomes firmer as Akira starts tracing the boned lines of those wings, right down to the very tips and back up again. his head lolls to the side, exposing the curves and dips of his neck, quietly inviting now that Kazuya is so close]

What do you think I deserve, then?

[a hum. playful and challenging, all at once]

As someone so unabashedly disrespectful towards the monarchy.

[belheir]

[ It's like something suddenly snapped within him. Maybe he should have know better, about the kind of sensitivity his wings would endure. Part of it is his own fault, he knew. Akechi tormented him with the same sort of touches all those months ago, and now they're back and he's craving it.

Maybe it would have been a different kind of sensitive, if he'd never come to this place.

Now though, he can feel fire licking through his veins. Lighting going down his spine to crack and light the dry kindling that was his own arousal. It's unfair, and he sucks a slow, deep purple bruise into Akira's shoulder. Right now, sharp canines are only a hint of a threat, even as he sharply inhales through his nose as the touching continues, firmer, less teasing. ]

Punishment.

[ He hums against the new mark on Akira's shoulder. ]

Maybe you do deserve me putting you face down in the dirt. It's been a nice date, though, so maybe you deserve a little niceness... Maybe I'll feel generous, if you beg.

[survivaltricks]

[in any other circumstances, that word might make Akira's skin crawl. but exhaled against the skin of his neck, washing warm across the sting of a bruise he knows will linger until tomorrow. . . it feels like a challenge. an exciting and riveting game that the both of them could win, should they play their cards right. truthfully? he has never done this before. he has never leaned into a scenario like this one, where the end goal was to get caught, no matter how rebellious and defiant he might be along the way. it's not at all like him! not when he has spent most of his life running and fighting for his own freedom]

[but. . . it's not. . . bad? not like this. not with someone like Kazuya, who is bratty and rude but still oh-so kind. Akira doesn't fully understand why his heart beats so rapidly against his ribs, excitement turning his stomach as teeth threaten to break through delicate skin. but. . . being ensnared in this demon's trap for just one night. . . well]

[. . . he'd kind of like to give it a try, just to see where it leads. to see what other horizons can be broadened]

[Akira's hand drifts from the hard edges of those wings back to the softer insides, fingers running across the backs since they are still folded inwards, stroking firmly like one might pet a cat]

I don't beg.

[. . . he curls his fingers inwards in another dangerous scritch. has he been warned? yes. does he care? not in this moment]

. . . but you're welcome to try changing my mind.

[that cheek show no signs of stopping]

[belheir]

[The reaction is immediate to his wing being touched, they flare outwards in a burst of explosive speed and power, Kazuya using the leverage he gains to knock Akira back against the ground, pinning him down by his shoulders as his wings enclose on both of them, cutting them off from the rest of the world for the moment.

In the complete dark like this, the glow of Kazuya's eyes is more redish than blue, a deep purple, with cat-like pupils.

His knees are on either side of Akira's waist, slim body unyielding in this moment. He'll be unable to shove him off, currently, and Kazuya leans in, nose brushing his.]

I'm sure I can wring some begging out of you fairly easily.