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FULL NAME: E'öv'C'Shi Va'Set. (Alias is ‘Hakö’ Va'Set.)

KANJI: 死ぬ永遠の星.

ETYMOLOGY: His Name itself has a Meaning within itself of his Native Language. ‘The Eternal Star Who Dies’ or ‘The Eternal Star To Die.’ In Japanese, his Second Language it is: Shinu Eien No Hoshi or 死ぬ永遠の星. ‘E'öv’ means ‘The Eternal Star’ while ‘C'Shi Va'Set’ means ‘Who Dies’ or ‘To Die.’ He was named after his Solar System’s Sun, Hzkol, in a way because it is caught in a Limbo of Life and Death and he was the Runt of his Clutch.

NICKNAMES: Ouroboros. Apostasy. Jörmungandr. Noodle.

SPECIES: ‘Va'Set Lamia.’ Copperhead and Faint Banded Sea Snake Crossbreed. Although he is a Cross between the both, notable for their Patterns? Scale nor Skin adopted the aforementioned, his Scales mutated if anything and it is the reason they are a Solid Lavender. He, however, does have the Copperhead’s Rattle.

AGE: 1804.

BIRTH DATE: January 3rd, 216.

ETHNICITY: ½ Japanese. ½ Greek.

NATIONALITY: Japanese.

GENDER: Male Hermaphrodite, both Sets of Reproductive Organs work and are positioned in the Genital Slit at his front. But. He too has a Cloaca at tail’s aft.

PRONOUNS: He / Him.

ORIENTATION: Bisexual. Doesn’t lean towards one Sex more than the other.

RELIGION: Atheism. Although he has previously Worshiped Four Gods? He has since forfeit those ways and believes in nothing, not even he, himself; a Made God.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Refugi. Deep Abyssal. Abyssal Japanese. Chinese. Cantonese. Korean. English. Russian. French. Learned in that Order.


OCCUPATION: Current ‘Standing’, Nineteenth and Final Grand ── Lord Imperator of the Yōkai Hierarchy. Modern Day Equivalent of a ‘President.’

RESIDENCE: A 10,000 Acre Subterranean Onyx Iron Clad Mansion encompassed by the very Acres of Trees it is in. Twenty Baths. Twenty Bedrooms and a Bathhouse the size of a City Block. Bomb Proof. Nuclear Winter Proof. It is utterly designed to be impregnable. When he is not here? He is in Hierarchical Station 0078’s Main Citadel. His Home is Located in Aokigahara Forest in Japan in a Modern Verse or Southwest of Continent Omora on his Canon Planet, Tol'Nysil'Mor.

HEIGHT: 5'0 Torso. 995’ Tail. His tail makes up 95% percent of his Body and is is the same percentage of his weight. Although he is as large as he is? He isn’t gigantic, he is just long. His Torso is Human Sized, as wide and as long as someone standing at five foot flat. His tail, while being little over two feet wide? Is just that and is otherwise long, ending with the Rattle which makes up the last ‘foot’ of him.

WEIGHT: 50 Tons. His Torso accounts for only a Hundred Pounds of his entire weight. His tail which houses most of his Major Organs accounts for the other near Hundred Thousand Pounds. He is heavy but he manages it well by ‘slithering’ with the mannerisms of a sidewinder even though he isn’t one? It helps him manage his size and weight.

BLOOD TYPE: O- he is a Universal Donor of the Blood Group due to all the cross mixes in his DNA.

FACE: His face is astoundingly feminine and smooth from thick eyebrows to long lashes.. to the plump, pillowy slivers of his lips and jowl. From afar, and even before him It is nigh impossible to discern his Gender. It is pale through and throughout, akin to that of a ghost from lips that barely prove pink to the cusp of ears all the way back to his chin. He is eighteen hundred but there isn’t a sign of age on him. Lamia do not begin to show age until long, long into their tens of thousands of age.

EYES: Dull Garnet but brilliant enough to shine, no matter how scantily so. They sit, nigh permanently half lolled but ever watchful, unblinking with those slitted, onyx pupils that dig into the skin, almost.

HAIR: It’s like a curtain of black so fine it rivaled that of a starless, midnight sky. Any light shone into it is swallowed and nullified, each follicle is as dark as the previous, as it’s other trillions of healthy doppelgangers. If he were a Human standing at five feet? It would drag excessively on the ground behind him. It’s thick enough to act as rope and long enough to wholly enshroud a fully grown Male.

SCENT: Heavily, almost impossibly so of Petrichor, the smell itself is most prominent in his hair and on his clothing moreover any lingering scent on skin. On a ‘bad’ day he smells of Cigarette Smoke, a thick miasma of it that you can almost choke on.

VOICE: Quiet and coarse and womanish to it’s finest ins and outs. but never hard to hear. His words are quick and spoken in full. Yelling from he is an absolute rarity. His temperament is always about him and his voices portrays it above all else.

SKIN: Absurdly Pale and the sole reason the inky void of his Tress seems so prominent in contrast. Although the Pallidility of him is a prominent as it comes? It is not from illness, but simply an absence of contact with Sunlight. He is a shut in and his Home is designed to hold within it an absence of light and heat. Despite being a Lamia, he prefers more gelid climates.

NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: Each of his Nails are painted Black and are about six inches from the finger. He has the faintest Southern Accent if you listen closely. He is incredibly thin and hardly seems physically capable, the only Muscle definition spans the entirety of his back and into his tail. His Scales are parallel to the hardness of Diamond and worth nearly double. Throughout his tail he’s got around five hundred thousand Lavender Scales as they are overlapped on themselves. To the touch, despite his living conditions? He is ‘hot’ to the touch but not painfully so. He has a single, massive scar on his body that spans from the horizon of his hip to his left pectoral and it a dull brown and feels leathery to the touch as well as still hurting with pressure applied. His Underbelly feels like a Memory Foam Mattress. His Scales feel like Polished Marble and are cool to the touch. He has Two Stomachs and Three Hearts, both Stomachs are in his Torso while there is only one Heart in his Torso with the remaining two in the middle of his Tail. He doesn’t have Fangs like a Snake, instead all of his Teeth have little outlets that are interconnected to his Venom Glands. Finally? He has ‘Gills’ that are nigh invisible slits on his Clavicle that act as Faux Lungs that he can breathe in and out of whether he is in Water or on Dry Land. They aren’t as efficient as ‘True Lungs.’ But they do their Job if needed.

PHOBIAS: Astraphobia ── Fear of Thunderstorms, the Noise from them that ties into his Misophonia to a degree.

MENTAL DISORDERS: Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Acute Stress Disorder. Paranoid Personality Disorder. Misophonia to Abrupt Noises; such as yelling or crying Children. Trauma Based Hypersexuality.

PHYSICAL DISORDERS: Myalgic Encephalomyelitis also known as Chronic Fatigue, CFS as well as a fatal DNA Mutation that afflicted one in every 100,000 Lamia known as ‘Scale Rot’ that otheriwise afflicts Lamia with the aforementioned Chronic Fatigue if they are ‘missed’ by CFS. Heart Murmur in his ‘Main Heart’ (Torso.)

OVERALL HEALTH: Subpar, but Alive.

SUBSTANCE USE: Many Hard Liquors, Pills and Cigarettes. Used sporadically though on a ‘bad’ day they are often used with one another and taken back to back. He makes his own Cigarettes out of ‘Plants’ that grow in his Garden, his favorite ‘Beverage’ is ‘Poitín’ followed by plain, Grain Vodka and the Pills he takes tend to be three or four Oxycodone.


ANALYSIS: What do you tell to the Boy who you promised happiness when you broke his back the day after? How can you look into his eyes and lie as you have your whole life when your nights consist solely of his rape and abuse? You are as guilty as all the others and it isn’t solely with he. No. You’ve stripped countless of their meaning and worth; you’ve belittled until they readily bend for you the moment your wrist crooks.. you are a failure as a Lord, you and your Sister and to you both I pray he takes from you the flesh you’ve from him.. and that in time this Hierarchy will be naught but a bloody stain in the Timeline.


INTELLIGENCE: So you were the one that ordered the death of Ladis? She isn’t the only who knew this, Akane. There were dozens more than knew, and I, the victim, know. Are you going to try to kill me, too? You have tried once before.. and yet here I am, and there you are.. but if you are to try again..? I have a question for you; what do you tell the Four Children who you would Orphan, because they’ve no Mother; they’re a product of the ceaseless rape you allow the Hierarchy to inflict on me.. and you are as guilty as they are. You are not allowed to mention them, you are not allowed to see them. But if I catch you, Akane. If I find anyone near my Home here..? You will learn, so consider my words.. if you consider your Family.

LIKES: Sex. Sleep. Cold Weather. Pale Skin. Cigarettes. Cats. Daemons. The Supernatural. Demons.

DISLIKES: Anyone who Pesters excessively. Adults who ‘Whine’ like Children would. Abrupt touches, in particular his face and hip region. Eye Contact. Humidity. Sunlight. Other Lamia.

TEMPERAMENT: Morose.

ALIGNMENT: Neutral Evil with sporadic Chaotic Evil Tendencies.

VICE: Lust.

VIRTUE: Patience.

BASIC DRIVE: To find purpose and true, lasting happiness that doesn’t pertain outright to his death.

BASIC FEAR: Becoming wholly like his Mother, a constant mental War that he has half accepted and half denied.

BASIC DESIRE: Purpose.

TEMPTATION: To do the wrong thing, now, simply because it can be done. The Imp of the Perverse.

BACKSTORY: The world around me was dark. But. There was noise; no words, but noise that ever rose until it was a cacophony of chitters and guttural drawls. Then..? Naught ─ nary a coo. I shifted as I was able, but there was only just an ounce of space.. and when I did? The clamor was renewed, descending in volume until it was hush-hushed.. so again I pushed and shook against whatever held me hoping I would hear them again.. and I did, but, too? There was a newfound, profound pressure that encompassed me, gentle like a hand, yet firmer like a meaningful ‘ grip ‘ that crumbled and cracked what encapsulated me until it fell around me and let my head rise from the viscid bits that still clung to hair and skin. In what my tiny eyes could’ve seen? A cavernous expanse above, below, and around me; all circling.. but brief as bowed, triangular teeth stole away the light and smothered me with a foreign, fleshy weight. It flattened me and rose me; cleaning me from tail tip to the fine follicles of my hair. I was.. smothered again.. and it was wholly unpleasant, but brief as anything prior. The motions of it fell to a stillness, opting to cocoon me as porcelain walls opened and ushered me out at last, down onto what felt an endless sea of black scales; each corner of the world I could glimpse were those, dancing even in my peripherals. I gripped feebly at the impossibly smooth surface and squirmed forward, nearly, off, but this ‘ sea ‘ rose and caught me; an ebb and flow that ultimately flattened and let me wonder beyond.. and oh how I did through the myriad faces that pondered back of me. There were thousands, no, millions of eyes affixed.. but faces in full I couldn’t discern of yet, nor beyond when the impossibly large shadow of the Serpent I’d call Mother swallowed sight and drew herself before me; hair that fell an endless obsidian waterfall was the initiator of ‘introduction ‘alongside the ebon pillars that jutted from her temples. Her complexion is fair and pale with eyes a bloodied, brilliant garnet, doubling as mirrors.. and I? I was her mimicry with a subtraction of ponderous horns.. but equally as womanish..

The way she watched was with utter awe, a smile that pulled only just at over-plump lips followed suit.. and then? Colossal hands and vast, length digits came to gingerly cosset me; from mane to tail rattle. This.. ‘ sea ‘ I’d been lain upon was no sea ─ it was all my Mother who, at last, began chirring to me in throaty ‘ pulses ‘ that I.. understood, and I responded as I could with my far tinier, quieter calls. It was the closest to ‘ Mama ‘ as words allotted and hers was a more concrete ‘ sentence ‘ that held within it: ‘ Child ‘ and Boy ‘ from what a young mind could piece together. Again, however, she repeated the end of her sentence and made more prominent ‘ Boy,’ to me; a third time to the ever attentive eyes that reciprocated and spoke it ad infinitum. There was weight to it, I knew that, even if I couldn’t ascertain what a Boy was.. or why there was a rippling mass of excitement among those I would come to call ‘ Sister ‘ or ‘ Aunt.’ But that would come with time.. right? I thought then, I still think it now even as I lie betwixt the palms of my Mother that lifted me and righted her posture to present me forward to be extolled.. all because I was a.. Boy; a nameless one.. but not for long. Captivated by my Kin I loosely wound myself around her nails and precariously hung myself towards them, flitting my tongue so I could see and grow familiar with each of them, big and small, short and long.. but even that was made brief; Mother intoned, her words, though curt, were firm and allusive although a sole sentence, a sole name meant for me.. and it was: ❝E'öv'C'Shi Va'Set.❞ It’s meaning wasn’t yet apparent.. but I would come to know it in Common as: ❝The Eternal Star Who Dies.❞ This name.. my name held much more worth than I could’ve imagined.. and I..? I meant so much to them ─ I was their eternal star.

I was born January 3rd, 216.



SCRIPTURE FROM LADIS SIUM: Lamia have always been prevalent on Tol'Nysil'Mor , once a Species of hundreds of thousands.. but that number has come back to one after millions of years. Va'Set. Both the name of their Matriarch and what they represent; Death and Healing. They value themselves as the Pillars of Strength on the World in spite of living a strictly Subterranean life. And that value..? That determination has made their Kin the Monsters at the Apex of the Food Chain. Surpassing even the Infernals and the Seraphim.. but their restriction is as the aforementioned stated; their unwillingness to leave their Home in The Underdark.. all except  a Lamia dubbed ‘Apostasy.’ But.. we already know what he is capable of. Amplify that by a Billion and Worlds would burn.. but not even he can convince his Mother to come up , to rise up. I suppose we are a lucky lot should you believe in such things.

VENOM: UNKNOWN TO MANY? HIS KIN ARE VENOMOUS SNAKES; AND IT IS CLASSIFIED AS A EUPHORIC NEUROTOXIN. IT BEHAVES IN THE SAME SCHOOLS AS A NORMAL NEUROTOXIN BY DESTROYING NERVE TISSUE AND CAUSING NEUROTOXICITY BUT THERE IS THE ‘ EUPHORIC ‘ MONIKER TO IT. HIS VENOM STIMULATES THE BRAIN AND THE ADRENAL GLANDS AND FORCES THEM TO PUMP OUT DOPAMINE AND ADRENALINE; OVERWORKING THE HEART BUT KEEPING THE BRAIN IN A ‘ EUPHORIC ‘ STATE TO KEEP THEM ACTIVE AND MOVING SO THE VENOM CAN TRAVERSE THROUGH THEIR BODY AS A WHOLE WHILE THE NERVES ARE HYPER-FIRING AND SLOWLY EATING AWAY AT THE BODY. DEATH USUALLY OCCURS WITHIN TWO TO THREE DAYS DEPENDING ON THE STRENGTH OF THEIR IMMUNE SYSTEM. THERE IS NO KNOWN CURE FOR IT OUTSIDE OF A NATURAL PRODUCED SUBSTANCE IN THEIR SALIVARY GLANDS THAT CAN MAKE IT DORMANT. THEIR VENOM ITSELF IS A NEON SAPPHIRE AND IS AS THICK AS YOGURT. IT BURNS GOING IN AND IT VIRTUALLY CLINGS TO THE CELLS ONCE IT’S THERE.

REGENERATION: His Kin has a very potent regenerative ability that does not seem to have a hard limit outside of the entire decapitation of the one who is within the regeneration process. It’s an innate ability baked into their DNA that increases in strength progressively as they age. In their Matriarch’s case she is both Chronologically Immortal and Regeneratively Immortal. She is nearing a Million Years of Age and even simplistic nicks to her skin heal within seconds, let alone any meaningful cut that’ll close in a similar time. In Lamia barely a quarter of her age? The aforementioned process can take to a half hour to hours.

CLIMATE ENDURANCE: His Kin evolved to be more resistant to colder climates moreover anything too hot or humid. Where they are from, known as The Underdark, holds a temperature around -50 Degrees or -45 Celsius. It is an endless underground chasm with it’s own  ‘Ocean‘ and Species. At the end of the day, they still are Cold Blooded and are not immune to the cold and are wholly reliant on one another and other sources of warmth to ensure the seeping cold doesn’t become fatal to their hearts at these extremes or hibernation in large, thousand number balls of themselves to create a means of insulation.

STRENGTH DEGREES: Each Member of his Kin possesses Incredible Strength though lack any type of Magic whatsoever outside of being able to disguise themselves as something more Humanoid for the time.. but many eclipse one another, often tenfold, twentyfold in the strength department for several reasons; age and muscle density that play into themselves. A Lamia near his age can displace around Twenty Tons of Kinetic Force through something they balance what is called ‘Back Weight.’ The amount of ‘Back Weight’ that can be sustained by the length, width and weight of their tail equals a portion of how much they can push back with in turn. If a Lamia weighing Fifty Tons does this? Their limit is around Twenty Tons in turn that strays just shy of the risk posed to Internal Organs, Muscles and Bone Structure. As with the Regenerative Complex? The Strength is additive with age and the older and bigger they are the harder they will hit and the longer they can go. His current Limit is Eight Swings at Twenty Tons or Fourteen Swings at Ten Tons. Whereas his Mother? Twenty Swings at Twenty Thousand Tons.



MAIN VERSE ── WHORACLE: The ‘Whoracle’ is the name of a Catastrophic Event that affected the Yōkai and Human Hierarchies between the Years 3753──AAE and 3755──AAE through actions from the Previous Lords; Cleska, Hetza and Deja that pertained to innumerable Mega Corporations around and within their Grounds. The Game is Debt and it is to the degree of drowning. In Year 3754 the Corporations merged into one and to the Lords Three was an Ultimatum given: You or Them. Their People or Themselves.. this was the sole way determined to pay the Debt they’d wrought from Warmongering. Their answer was forthwith, devoid of hesitation: their People were forfeit. Government Records, Names, Addresses, Bank Accounts and even Intrigue on their Immediate Family was given as well as those to-be Born into the Hierarchy. All their rights were sold, Hundreds of Millions of Lives were thrown to the Corporations as a ‘bargain chip.’ The Lords were to be free, unencumbered by the desires of the Sole Corp known as: ‘DOD.’ The Lords left and fell under the radar and pulled their Shares from the Market, further embedding those they’ve abandoned into Debt and creating another wing of the Cycle none knew of. The Human Hierarchy collapsed as a whole and those, along with what scant resources remained were annexed into DOD whereas Hakö was the next to succeed and took the Seat immediately upon Hetza and Deja’s Departure. What Money he had saved was given as a vain ‘Bargain’ to DOD, they were owned by them. Their very Lords had ‘Whored’ them out for the sake of living just a little longer as free individuals. Hence the name of the Event ‘Whoracle.’ Ultimately it ushered in a massive internal War and their Hierarchy too collapsed despite their forced Lord’s best attempts. Some were made Slaves, some were Slain, some Escaped.. but all of them were forfeit to a Life of Hell thereafter.

(Verse contains all forms of Abuse, Murder, Drug and Alcohol Abuse, Gore, Mental Illness, Horror, Self Harm, Suicide Ideation, Physical, Emotional and Domestic Abuse Themes. This Verse is Considered his Modern Verse which would have in in Japan in lieu of Tol'Nysil'Mor and can take place Prior, During and After the Events of ‘Whoracle’ having transpired. During and Prior he is Rich and has a Home whereas in the aftermath he and hundreds of thousands others were made Homeless and forced to remain on the run from DOD. Current Canon is taking place in the Aftermath but I often play it from the Middle Point which is the strongest ‘iteration’ of him.)



OFF MAIN VERSE ── WORLDS ON FIRE: There is a breaking point of all things, of everyone. But all it takes is one action, one word to strip it of bygone meaning. In days past? He had given his Hierarchy an Ultimatum, a Warning; do what you will to me, but lay not a finger on my Children nor mention them. Of what would come of those he never disclosed, he felt there would be none so daring as to go against his word.. but a sole did so: Deja stole his Eldest from him, Eris, while he slept.. and made her an example of his supposed words of defiance. They beat her, they raped her, the tormented her over the course of an hour to what they had done to him over the course of near a thousand years and she did not survive it. The day that followed of his finding out? He began killing. In the beginning it began with solely Deja, then Hetza.. but that became the entirety of the Supreme Court following right behind? The Generals the Grand Marshals and the Masters-At-Arms. He killed and killed until there were only Men, Women and Children standing that could meagerly hold a Gun or Sword. But they weren’t spared either. Over the course of Four Days he killed well over a Million People, leaving nary a Soul within it’s walls that still breathed. To this end? He bothered not with the Human Hierarchy any further, informing his remaining Three Children or anyone close to him. He returned to his Home and shut out the World and wished now simply for death to claim him where  gore soaked hands could not raise.

(Verse contains Drug and Alcohol Abuse, Mental Illness, Self Harm, Suicide Ideation and Physical, Emotional and Domestic Abuse Themes. This Verse can be considered an Off-Main Verse as it is an Alternate Outcome of ‘Whoracle.’ In his unbiased murder to virtually everyone he once cared for. It ends up stopping ‘Whoracle,’ at least from one side, from happening in the first place by completely destroying his Hierarchy.. but ultimately leaving him in a worse off state than he is in 'Whoracle’ and shutting himself away and simply wanting to die after many failed Suicide Attempts. He still has all his Money, his Home and all. He no longer has a desire for anything anymore.)



OFF MAIN VERSE ── SUM OF ONE: Three Lives versus Millions. The Day he was informed of a Decision from the Human Hierarchy from a Missive via Deja? He knew there was.. something he could do no matter how low it would bring him. It was for everyone, it was so they could continue living life without risk of Slavery. With his decision, Hetza nor Deja and ultimately? Cleska neither agreed to the Decision that began 'Whoracle’ as he put himself forward and offered himself, as Lamia, as an Object for them to exploit in exchange of the debt. Should he have been any smaller, A Woman and not of the Va'Set Lineage? The answer would’ve been no and the outcome? Worse. His Kin’s Rarity is such an extreme that the agreement of sole 'Ownership’ of him was instantaneous. But he did this assuming his Hierarchy would some day come back for him once they were able, once they could settle the Debt in some better means. But those thoughts were years ago.. and here he is; sleeping in a bed only when it is with another, otherwise living in some.. aquarium, some transparent 'cage’ for the World to witness. But.. they’ll come back some day, right? They promised.

(Verse Contains Mental Illness, Suicide Ideation and all Forms of Abuse Themes. This Verse can be considered an Off-Main as well but more under the lines of an Alternate Outcome much like 'Worlds On Fire.’ He has given himself wholly to DOD and has become, to them, a Pet, something akin to an Animal in a Zoo and a Sexual Object for them and an Item for them to gloat over and proclaim their Superiority with to have 'claimed’ and 'dominated’ one of the Va'Set Lamia. There are many things he could do to free himself and escape, whether killing or simply running from them. But in doing so? There is the fear of what will become of his Hierarchy, his loved ones if he acts if he has a mind. He feels this is for the best for everyone, if they are happy.. then he is happy.. right?)

(Canon Lore.)



(ALMA. 24 / Male / He / Him. New Orleans / CST.)

I’ve been on Tumblr for about Eight Years now but I’ve been been a part of the RPC for about Three and a Half Years but I’ve been writing for about 15 Years now. I’m currently looking for a Job and I’m currently in School but I otherwise spend a Majority of my Time here. With all these things? I am ALWAYS TIRED. But please don’t misunderstand if I don’t respond to a message or to you for a while. I’ve nothing against you, I’m really just tired all the time, always. I promise I’m nicer than I may come off.


(DISCLAIMER. Blog Warning / Theme Prevalence.)

While not every Thread, Thought, Photo or Word will be 18+? The Prominent Theme on this Blog will be Mature / Macabre and Sexual Themes. Regardless? This blog has a backstory warning for all forms of ABUSE / MURDER / ALCOHOL ABUSE / SUICIDE IDEATION / GORE / HORROR and potential PHYSICAL / EMOTIONAL / and / or DOMESTIC ABUSE. Everything is tagged accordingly in threads and photos.

Hakö is an individual who lacks any healthy coping mechanisms and actively mingles with the people who have abused him for the last fifteen hundred years. He partakes in dangerous behaviors that is continually fed into to keep him in his feeble, vulnerable state. This is NARRATED in very Romantic way but I DO NOT CONDONE THE ROMANTICIZATION OF THEIR BEHAVIOR. Writers who try to ENGAGE me with the aforementioned will be hard──blocked.

The rules I’ve written are NOT WHOLLY MY OWN WRITING, but rules I’ve borrowed due to being unable to think of how to properly Write Disclaimers and the like as well as following and interactive rulings. I TAKE NO CREDIT in writing any of the aforementioned myself. (Inspired by Velvet’s writing. So. Thank you again.)


(INTERACTIONS. Multi──Ship / Following / Threads.)

This Blog is now Selective, this has changed since the last few iterations of my Blog due to a number of reasons, mostly misinterpretation of who he is, what he’s been through, how I write him and so on. I’m not going to smother you with the Details here, it’s just a choice I’m making. Essentially? If I want to Interact with you? I will follow you first.. or if you follow me first? I’ll follow back should the interest be there, so on and so forth.

Hakö is a Multi──Ship Muse but as with who I follow? I am going to be Selective with this, too, for a number of reasons similar to the aforementioned, mostly misinterpretation. Of the Developed Ships I’ve had I will keep and they aren’t void but I want it to be a ‘new start’ so I can write him in a better manner, if that makes sense. I’ve been trying to get his 'Writing’ on par with his Backstory. The Darker Themes are ultimately going to tie into the Stories I am writing for him. Outside of my Selectivity? He is overall a 'difficult’ individual to fall for as well as to get him to 'fall for’ your muse, per se. He is of a situation that is difficult to read, to begin with let alone to get to open up to any degree. There is the degree of difficulty behind his Mental Illnesses that I would like to keep when it pertains to Shipping with him.

I tend to respond to Threads every Week, Week and a Half or Two Weeks if I’m busy. I get to them all at once and post them all in one big flood. Along with being tired all the time? I’m also very, very forgetful and there is a chance I didn’t see your Reply or Starter. So if you could remind me in General? I won’t mind, just gimme an IM Nudge.