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marsipaniscool · 3 months
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I have to ask about your thoughts on how kars was radicalized because i've seen the wham post and now I'm curious
:D! okie dokie! 1.7k words of young kars angst is served hot and ready! also slight esikars in part 2 ! :) TW: brief description of violence [1/2] under the cut for length
(I will be assuming that Kars' former tribe is the only pillar tribe on earth, I simply haven't thought about other tribes :,) ) SO let's start with just a general overview of Kars' life. He's 103,000 years old, according to the wiki. It's mentioned several times, both directly and indirectly (Wamuu and Santana's ages now vs. when they were shown to have been taken at infancy), that the pillar tribe was only slaughtered by Esidisi and Kars 10,000 years ago. So, that's 93,000 years Kars spent with his tribe being abused and chastised.
The pillar tribe was a small and tight-knit community with few distinctions politically, economically, or socially. This social wealth fostered an attitude of peace towards nature, humans, and themselves. The tribe had long made peace with their inability to bask in the sun, fostering a story similar to that of Abrahamic Adam and Eve. A group of pillar people upset the sun god, and, as punishment, their people were banished from the sun for all eternity. Surviving the night of life was necessary for the light of the afterlife.
Kars, when he came of age, followed in his family's footsteps and became an apprentice to his father in natural philosophy, with a focus on medicinal alchemy. He didn't mind, having had an interest in science for as long as he could remember. His parents, masters of the subject, lovingly fostered this interest. Every star and constellation, every planet, every asteroid band, everything in the night sky he knew. He knew the clouds too—that odd shade of grey. He wasn't fond of them very much; they blocked out the stars.
It started with irritation at having to rush miles into the forest surrounding the temples at dusk, just to hope to get to the blossoms he needed for his latest project. He often failed, the flowers long since pruned by the creatures of the light. Even a scrap of a petal seldom remained for Kars.
That irritation became anger when the humans who worshiped them would have sun-kissed skin, and the children would still smell of the ocean waves. They'd laugh and tell stories of how warm and lovely it was. He rushed out into the evening one day, as soon as it was safe, only to feel heat boil in his chest as the air around him grew colder, no longer warmed by the sun. To indulge in the sun, all of it, to be able to feel the warmth on his skin and to be burned, if even for a moment, was all he desired. He wanted to pick the flowers and the fruits that flourished during the day and feel the life flow through them—life given by the sun.
It bothered him greatly that he came from the flesh of the earth, the same as any creature, yet he and his people are the only ones to be cursed like this. He doesn't understand why they're so complacent or why they're so accepting of their fate in the darkness.
First, he goes to his father, the man who spoiled him and loved him his entire life. He paces around frustratedly, hands running through his hair, horns fully protruding, and lets out centuries of buried anger. His father stops him mid-sentence with a hand, laughing loudly.
"The sun isn't a friend, nor is it a foe. It's not something to be feared nor conquered. It simply is not our dominion. While the moon doesn't hurt the humans that worship us, many fear it and the darkness it heralds. They tell stories of monsters, of horrific demonic creatures in the night. The sun is their dominion, as the moon is ours."
Kars went to the elders, only to be met with recommendations to visit the tribe's shaman and to be induced into a lengthy meditation with their moon goddess.
He was infuriated now. Why didn't anyone understand? Whenever he brought up concerns he deemed worthwhile, they were dismissed with, "This is just how things are!"
Word spread quickly among the small tribe, with the older men coming to mock him every morning and evening when he would head out to see the last rays of the sun peaking over the horizon. It escalated to outright mockery wherever he would go. At meals: "Is this food as warm as the sun?" Whenever he would wear jewelry of the sun, he was boisterously, cruelly laughed at, and had it ripped off of him. He used to love wearing gold, the colour of the sun; it complimented his hair and complexion so well, he thought. His tribe laughed at him and dirtied his garments with mud, rotted meat, and whatever vile fluids and liquidy things that were within reach. Black was the colour of the night, and it didn't show the stains. He started wearing his hair up, first in braids, then in buns, then in his wraps. He was tired of it getting mucked up, tangled, yanked, and abused.
One night he entered the galley, and as he stood on the stone pedestal overlooking the table, he realised there was no seat for him. He left as silent as he came.
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marsipaniscool · 1 month
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*manifests out of a flaming hearth* Hello friend I have come to ask you for something— Can I pretty please have some headcanons on the pillarmen getting their backs scratched. You got my brain juices flowing, and I thought this would be a fun idea lol
YEASSSSSSSSSS OFC U CAN!!!! i am SO sorry this took so long😭😭 BUT HERE U GO ML MWAHHHHHH XX
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Kars is ALLLL about deep pressure stimulation and scented oils. He, like Wamuu, prefers not to have his back scratched from behind, one of those Old World habits. Stand to the side or in front of him and reach around, he only allows someone at his back if it’s someone he trusts dearly/one of his vamps he knows won’t pull any fuck shit. Prefers attention to be put on his upper back and shoulders. He only allows it when his schedule is completely clear, he gets really into it and expects a full body pampering to follow it.
Esidisi LOVES physical affection in general, but back rubs are his shit. Famous worldwide for stroking Kars’ back while he sips wine and watches Wamuu/some vamps throw down. Esidisi isn’t allowed to touch the wine tho, Kars likes it chilled. He’s very much a physical affection giver, if he ever receives he’s immediately returning it tenfold. Also famous worldwide for going up to those he trusts and pouting that he “just can’t reach this spot on his back” and that “you HAAAAAVE to help me, I just can’t reach” (yes he can he just wants attention.) When he’s in these attention seeking moods, he expects to be lavished with attention for as long as he sees fit.
Wamuu…. tries? He really really tries to enjoy back scratches, but it can only be from Kars, Esidisi, or someone he trusts 100%. He used to allow Santana but he’s unsure now (he doesn’t think his brother likes, or even loves him, anymore.) He doesn’t think about Santana much tbh, he had his moment when his brother was left behind, but after centering himself, he buried those thoughts. His reflex makes it hard for anyone to get at his back, which is a double edged sword for him. If the light is hitting Wham wrong, even reaching up to pat at his shoulder will leave him throwing whoever was unlucky enough to trigger it. HE FEELS BAD ABOUT IT. HE WOULD REALLY LIKE BACK RUBS WITHOUT BEING ANXIOUS ABOUT HURTING WHOEVER IS GIVING HIM LOVE. He heavily prefers head pats/rubs, and touching foreheads for these reasons. It makes him feel so good, he’s very used to verbal praise but physical praise is uncharted territory for him. Poor baby is used to sweet words and harsh fists from his Masters.
Santana is very touch avoidant, but anyone he would let give him back rubs would have to put their whole arm into it tbh. Light touches set his nerves on fire and leaves him twitching at contact. It would take a lot for him to even let anyone touch him without him either hurting/killing them on the spot, or staring blankly and walking away (he will remember this interaction. you are in danger.) However, once someone gets their hands on him, it’s game over. He relaxes and lays down, expecting the cat treatment. Assuming it’s a human giving him this affection, this would be when he would scoop (see: kidnap) the person up and take them with him wherever he goes. He needs back scratches and pets ON DEMAND.
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marsipaniscool · 3 months
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*puts my hand on your shoulder gently and lovingly*
wamuu has freckles. wamuu has dimples. thank you.
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marsipaniscool · 3 days
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How would you think the pillarmen would react if they had to get wisdom teeth removed. Like, their on that anesthesia and everything lol
HIIIII FRIEND this is so so fun omg!! it’s been a long time since i’ve been under local anaesthetic BUT ill do my best
Kars is a DEMON at the dentist. his teeth are perfect ofc but he can’t stand someone poking around in his mouth. honestly think the only person he would maybe let do it is esidisi but i could see this man gassing himself up and doing his own extraction with some dusty ass mirror😭. honestly think he’s super cuddly when he’s inebriated, holding his fellow pillar men close and cooing over them and how happy they’ll all be once he gets the Aja. also very demanding as always, wants a sip of water and a cold press constantly.
Esidisi is already an emotional nightmare when he’s stone cold sober, but add laughing gas into the mix?? hooo boy. he’s cycling from being so excited about everything he’s yelling, to crying from emotional stimulation, to laughing while crying because Kars’ hair is so beautiful and he’s never seen anything like it. also would be an awful patient when it comes to recovery, homeboy would NOT care about dry sockets😭
Wamuu would be one of those patients who lose fine motor skills when under. poor baby is just trying to pull the blanket up over his chest and smacks himself in the face with both hands. his hair is a mess and he’s just laying there zoned tf out on a bed that’s probably way too small for him, even if it was made by Kars. poor wham is MASSIVE. Kars would probably want to keep his teeth tho, and wham would oblige.
Santana would HAVE to be put completely under. this ankle biting mf would snap anyone’s hand or finger clean off and then absorb it like nothing. when he comes back around though, he’s super slow to come to his senses and, like Wham, really doesn’t have any fine motor control. he’s the reason hospitals give out “fall risk” bracelets after anaesthetic. yeah he fell on a table and absorbed the medical tools. someone please help the speedwagon foundation😭
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marsipaniscool · 3 months
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something something joseph taking kars’ attention away from von stroheim, who had the stone in his hand, and making kars vow to kill joseph.
“tell me kars, do you speak as a warrior, or are you after something else, like revenge?” - joseph
THEN LATERRRRRRR
“I don't have any romantic spirit, nor do I want to become a warrior like Wamuu, because the method isn't important, all that counts is to get the final victory!” -kars
in the moment where kars sees joseph, its TWO HOURS after he learns esi got defeated.
jojo not only made kars bow revenge and get his hands dirty, which seems out of character for him!! he didn’t give a fuck abt jojo before this, even being shown sheparding esidisi and wamuu back in line when they get distracted by jojo!!! but jojo made kars, self proclaimed not warrior kars, forget about the red stone for a MOMENT because all he could think about was esidisi.
i am. i am just so.
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marsipaniscool · 3 months
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thinking about my boy s tosay….
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