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⌘ 𝐎𝐎𝐂;;

i'll be away for few days to seriously think about things. please read the tags on the previous reblogged post to understand what this is about. i'll be back soon, & if you're an artist or have original illustrations of your own oc(s) like me, you should think about this as well.

#{{ 𝓸𝓸𝓬;; }} i'm honestly too stumped today to write after reading that post. i'll let you guys know soon as to what i'll do.

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its official: tumblr is selling our data to Midjourney

we'd been hearing rumors about this for a bit but now its open and out there. some details from this article

it goes without saying, but if @staff goes through with this its going to be an utter shitshow and im all but certain the website will not survive it.

#{{ 𝓸𝓸𝓬;; }} #hm.. #so you're telling me that my old art / rp blogs that i've deleted years ago AREN'T technically ''''deleted''' ? #are you telling me that my old art #my old conversations - INCLUDING COMMISSION STUFF - can all possibly be sold now? because i can't access dead blogs?? #i've been here since 2012 and seen a lot of sh*t over the years from Tumblr staff... but this? this is filthy. #i will most likely have to stop envy's blog altogether. it's not worth putting up original art on tumblr anymore #and i already feel like sh*t for having drawn so much on this website for so many years.. #i may consider running only canon rp blogs now with no personal artwork at all and move envy only to discord... i just don't know.. #i don't trust tumblr anymore after this and their little 'block third party ' button means nothing when they keep your deleted blogs around #* sighs * .... i really need to think this over.

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❝ Envy... ❞ Homura finds her voice as they sit in the garden under a starry sky. Silver flowers surround them. The sound of running water from the fountain makes up for the silence between them. She's always fine with their silence, but something is weighing down on her tonight. Ascending to something new and so powerful feels... strange. It should feel wrong, maybe scary, but it feels so thrilling instead. This path is hers, is it not? Envy likes to remind her of this truth. This new path is twisted, lacking little light, but she still walks down it. There is still lingering guilt for dragging Envy into her labyrinth, though he has quietly reassured her that he's more than fine. He took the news rather well when she sat him down, though she did notice his extra hostility towards the Incubators after she mentioned the Isolation Field. The experiment is ruined, but the memory of its existence still keeps her up at night. There's a lot keeping her up at night, though. How long was her soul experimented on while trapped in the Isolation Field? She isn't sure if she wants to know the details. ❝ You already know that you don't have to answer this if you don't want to... But how did you handle being trapped? ❞ The uneasiness in the pit of her stomach is cleared away once she spoke up. She respected his boundaries, so she didn't dwell on his past. She still longed to have his strength. ❝ My troubles are not as bad as yours— ❞ Her Soul Gem has taken a new form, the Dark Orb, to match her drastic metamorphosis. But she still remembers the sight of the nails piercing her darkened gem. ❝ But I thought you would understand. I still can't remove the sight of how my soul looked like under their total control yet I couldn't even do anything to stop them. ❞ All she knows for certain is that the the flame for a violent revenge has only grown stronger. They do not understand pain nor human emotions... But she longs to be the first one to make them feel the same pain she experienced. That isn't enough, but it sounds like a good start.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘, winding down shadowy paths until they've found themselves strolling amidst a meadow of flowers where the whole sky, shining with silence, stretched out above their heads like the greatest mirage in the world, emerging from beyond a veil of clouds. they sat at the edge of the fountain to marvel at the sight. envy would catch her glancing sometimes, but he feigned ignorance, letting the troubled god to go ahead & spill out her bleeding heart in shape of words, a single question that begged an answer; how did you handle being trapped? the mere suggestion cutting in sharp, knife-like, & dripping with acrimony. none of which was ever his own.

envy looked at her with cold indifference, regarding the subject of homura's torment as if a journalist reviewing a foreign film. he didn't particularly care to answer from personal perspective, seeing how a heartfelt response would require a genuine heart but, just looking into her resentful eyes, the little killer does crack a small smile. it's abhorrently fake, as always, though not entirely misplaced either. something now most definitely lingering inside his wretched gaze, something which borders on contemplation & judgment, like a memory, or perhaps a fictitious tale made just for her sea of woes.

❝ instead of asking me such things, you should be asking yourself; are you.... trapped? ❞ smiling a little wider, the little killer slowly turns to face her & leans in, resting a lone black-nailed hand 'pon her shoulder, now whispering warmly against the ear, ❝ do you have any chains on your legs? a metal bit in your mouth? are you... incapable of walking? ❞ slowly pulling back, envy's dark eyes peer at her face from mere inches away, only for him to suddenly get up & turn towards the blanket of stars & flowers with both arms now fully outstretched as though preforming on a stage, ❝ are you locked inside a golden cage? ❞ he walks few steps ahead, & then, ❝ or are you trapped inside your own mind, homura akemi? ❞

turning back to face her, the young serial killer lets his arms drop all the while looking at her with that very same, charming, & downright delirious smile. ❝ can you truly not see... ? you already are free. just look at yourself, just look at this field, the sky & the stars.... ❞ leaning forward, envy's rests both black-nailed hands 'pon the knees, peering down from above as if a smiling spider; ❝ just look.... at me. ❞ he chuckles, ❝ i've never felt more alive. ❞

reaching out with a hand, he caresses the pale contours of her face. ❝ i think it's time to cast away all the restricting thoughts now, don't you... ? ❞

#// homura.... #i don't think a serial killer that happens to be an ex-patient of a psychiatric institution is a good person to confide in-- #* wheezes * #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

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#🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

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#🔪 ❝ ᴸᵒᵛᶦᶰᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ‘ᵗᵒᵒ’ ᵐᵘᶜʰ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓸𝓫𝓼𝒆𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼’ }}

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Harmony doesn’t say a word when she sits next to Envy. Instead, she leans in and showers him with kisses.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐌, 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, speckled with shadows that are cast by the falling leaves on the other side of the windows. envy's broad back, as always, is turned towards them, his face veiled by unruly tresses of dark hair. it's clear that he's lost in thought, twirling a butterfly-knife between his long fingers whilst sitting at the edge of the bed, seemingly blanking harmony who now sits next to him with a smile.

it's just so cold, & melancholic; this bond forged with blood & tears, between a loving lamb & a yearning wolf. oh, he wouldn't know ' true love ' even if it looked him in the eye, & yet, & yet... as soon as she leans he kisses her right back. softly. slowly. the once idle knife now scraping between her tender clavicles, going lower & lower until the tip suddenly hooks 'pon the rim of her shirt, threatening to slice it through in most unsuspecting of ways.

he smirks against her soft red lips just then, pulling back enough to look her in the eye & without any words, slice the shirt wide open, pushing her down with own shifting weight making the bed creak ── her words of surprise promptly silenced by a kiss of his own.

#you can give me just a sentence & i'll still throw a whole response at you lmao i love them. #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

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#🔪 ❝ ᴸᵒᵛᶦᶰᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ‘ᵗᵒᵒ’ ᵐᵘᶜʰ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓸𝓫𝓼𝒆𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼’ }} #tw: death

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Sakuyoru is in the process of leaving for work. With Amaryllis camping the door atop the couch to see her off. The black jacket being pulled over her torso with her phone pocketed. It's very baggy, intentionally bought 3 sizes too large for her small frame, but it hugs her well and could pass for a short dress.

Before she grabs her bag, though, she saunters back into the main room toward the only other person in the home. Her beloved, questionable little killer. She fusses with his hair, straightening it up for him, but keeping the iconic veil in place. Soft pale thumbs caress his cheeks before coming upon his shoulders, so that she can reach that extra few inches to press a rosy kiss upon his alabaster skin. Leaving an all-too perfect mark in dark red-violet, almost like blood, with a touch of pink. It adds color to him where there is none, and that's how she likes to mark him.

"Be good for me today?" she asks with a head tilt, not expecting him to be 'good' whatever that means in his vocabulary. Just not to be too... violent. At least not when she's absent, needing to always hover to ensure he's safe – even when he's being his murder-y self. "You can come with me if you want, I'll just be potting in the nursery, and you'll look unbearably cute in the apron if you do... I'll only be gone a few hours."

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐔𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋. the last few weeks were like a prelude to a pandemonium, with countless days & nights lost to preparations & most turbulent form of research, covering every wall of envy's new bedroom in hundreds of notes, documents, crude sketches, & photographs, as well as a single red string that binds them all together. it was a perfect spectacle of his thoughts, of the murderous intent & madness hiding inside. there's just one thing that is still missing, a certain key, the very last yet most crucial piece of it all; a passport. without it, envy might as well stay in america & count sheep, for nobody passes the border empty-handed.

oh, whatever should he do? pacing back & forth around the room, the little killer bites onto his black nail. ❝ searching for a new doppelganger will take too long, the black market is out of the question. tsk... i need more time. time, time, time.... ❞ probing through every dark corner of his wicked mind, envy stops by the window & stares at the monochrome sky, the pale light pouring through lacy white curtain outlining his tall, svelte frame. ❝ maybe i should ask grandmother.... ❞

suddenly the old door creaks open, giving way to sakuyoru whom envy doesn't even hear. ❝ or maybe.... i.... ❞ until she touches him. ❝ . . . . . . ? ❞ ever so slowly turning around, giving an equally slow & shallow blink, the little stares at her with unfocused eyes, as though not actually seeing her in that very moment but something entirely different, the black nail still caught between his lips; would smuggling even work... ?

he is trapped in a whole new world entirely, it seems, following sakuyoru's movements with black eyes alone much like a snake caught in trance. it takes a good while, perhaps another minute or two, but that sweet & tender kiss is just what is needed for envy to finally return to her. ❝ oh... ❞ he flatters his dark lashes again, at long last releasing that poor tortured nail in order to catch the last of her softly spoken words, ❝ wait... ❞ he whispers, ❝ you're.... going? ❞

completely disregarding own bitter dilemmas ── as well as everything she just said ── the little killer scoffs with a smile & proceeds to wrap both strong arms around her waist, pulling her in. the muscular chest now practically in her face at this point but, envy could sincerely careless, canning his head a little in order to whisper warmly against her ear, ❝ hnn... but what if i say no? what then? ❞ a devilish smirk can be heard in those low, purring words. no regard for her work whatsoever.

#// sorry saku #i'm afraid you're not going anywhere ~ #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

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Insurgent- Veronica Roth

#🔪 ❝ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵗʳᵘᵉ⋅⋅ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵃ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᶦᶰˢᵃᶰᵉ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼’ }} #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

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@pluviacuratio || cont.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓, envy smiles in a way his old nurses, the detectives & journalists found so disturbing; without blinking, his black eyes dead set on her unconscious frame. nobody dares to approach them in that moment, not even as he lifts the poor thing like a ragdoll & hoists over own shoulder, walking in nonchalant steps towards a nearby cabin door where two teenage boys stare in complete shock & bewilderment, only to separate as soon as they see his pale face. at first glance, it's the smile that creeps them out, but then.... then they notice it...

the lack of reflection.

his eyes are like the bottom of a sea. dark. shineless. cold. empty. they do not match his plastic smile at all, making the two teenagers instantly turn tail & move away, leaving bella's fate to the mississippi's most wanted serial killer. he who stares blanky at the cabin door until it finally opens, revealing a desolate train station bathed in moonlight. ❝ . . . . . . . ❞ minding the gap at his feet, envy steps outside & begins to walk, knowing that every footage of him captured by the cctvs will be no more than just a blur.

#// oh wow. envy's such a romantic #he quite literally swept her off her feet ~ ! lmao #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

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#🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

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he merely WALKS after her like that one scene from the shining.

"Sweet mother of mercy! Help! HELP! My boyfriend is GOING TO GET ME!”

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#run harmony ruuuuun! #JUST DONT RUN INTO ANY BATHROOMS--- #xDDDDDDDDD #{{ crack;; }}

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[ *pours all the gold stars on you with love* Because you are not only stellar. You are more epic than the galaxy~ ✨]

❝ . . . . . . ❞ the little killer is now literally drenched in tiny golden stars & glitter. his disappointment is immeasurable & his day ruined. somebody is going to be paying dearly for ruining that sweet goth™ aesthetic.

#// * wheezes * harmonyyyyyyy.... * slams fist on the floor * #i know you meant well but-- #{{ crack;; }} #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

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𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄, in a fruitless endeavour envy tries to conjure up the words he wishes to share, but is incapable of speaking or feeling anything except the chill of absence, of having to always work through concepts like a puzzle with many missing pieces. he knows that one day these feelings will eventually return to him, in weeks or even months to come, but that day is not today. he once again has to rely on logic alone, browsing through the recollection of images that no longer have any fervour in them.

a dinner, a territory, envy muses. the haunting faces of starving patients suddenly taking over his disturbed mind, reflecting their sunken eyes & skeletal bodies in almost every puddle on the street before the young serial killer stomps on one of them in passing, shattering the vision with a loud splash; stop it. he knows better than to let the phantoms wonder, forcing himself to once again rewire & give into the feeling of pouring rain, to the sound of ayato's voice.

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' finish the job... ' he clearly isn't talking about anyone homeless, not with that uniform, envy reasons, steering their course towards the other side of the street where shops & cafes are already lighting up for the incoming evening; this is clearly something between the aristocrats, but then again, how does that tie down to hunger? to fighting for a ' dinner ' ? unable to understand, the young serial killer finally decides to part his pale lips & say, ❝ ah, i was just passing by... ❞

it's a honest answer, yet one which isn't elaborated upon just as they stop at the foot of a grand library. even from here, at the very bottom of its steps, one could already feel overshadowed by the majestic structure of stone & artificial gold. ❝ here, ❞ envy mutters, guiding ayato up the stairs & into the stately hall which, surprisingly enough, is almost completely empty. the pale sunlight drifting through the archways is reflected on the wooden flooring, casting an ethereal glow as they continue walking between the towering bookshelves, marching straight to what appears to be a petite indoor café.

           ❛ ... hah! ❜ he makes no attempt to hide his immediate displeasure for those who just might be considered his friends, though he does find himself somewhat amused in the fact that it may also be assumed that he isn't doing something as reckless as considering immediate revenge, for one ━━ a smile attempted, before seemingly exchanging place for a wince; it's still a weakness to be found in such a state and he knows he needs to consider this from another's angle. gaze diverts, falling in line with the various puddles that only grow with every drop battering against their skin as he shivers a little unpredictably, choosing to remain calm in this very moment; he isn't the only one getting drenched under less than favourable conditions, he reasons within, and attempts a way of sufficiency by gripping upon his shoulder ever so tightly instead.

❛  touchin' someone else's dinner without consent. ❜ expression manages to twist into something amused, then, only a slight wince in the presence of a misplaced stone ━━ turning his gaze back to company for this time. ❛  territorial bastards, the lot of them. i'm just glad i was able to take enough to survive before they came along. ❜ without healing himself, that is. ❛  you're not exactly here to finish their job, are you ... ? ❜

#// remember how you said you've always wanted to try out a ' cafe - date ' type of thread ~ ? welllll... ~ #* smiles playfully * #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

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#🔪 ❝ ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒᶫᶫᵒʷ ᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᶦᶫᶫ ᵒᶰᶫʸ ᵍᵉᵗ ᶫᵒˢᵗ⋅⋅⋅ ❞ {{;; ’𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷’ }}

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𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄. even in the dark, he appears absolutely charming, bordering on gorgeous; a face of an antique china doll. so sweetly fragile & melancholic, being far more angelic than the memorials found in abandoned mausoleums. even his body is soft, less muscled. the overall outfit more-or-less matching with the whole ' outré ' aesthetic, but, envy digresses. this is clearly just for tonight, which is why he chooses to disregard those repugnant handcuffs & broken chains rather than outright strangling the poor thing. besides...

those eyes....

they are like the skies on a cold winter day, & like clouds the monochrome colours change & swirl not with the wind but with thoughts. they are of most delicate grey when the envelope is offered, making the young serial killer stare for a little longer than intended. his own having to forcibly blink in order to snap out & wake from the addams family spell, ❝ . . . . . . . . ❞ what's this, he wonders, at long last noticing the offering; a letter... ?

looking over at the elegant front, written in a cursive script is a single letter, ' a. ' envy reaches out for it, the nearby glow of flames bouncing off the sleek black surface like a molten sunset. he should sincerely be asking monday some questions right now, but all the little killer does is offer a ghost a smile before, just like that, flicking the envelope open & retrieving what's inside.

❝ oh... ? ❞ a slither of surprise suddenly crosses his pale face, a lone dark brow raising in follow. ❝ an... invitation... ? ❞ of all things expected, this certainly wasn't one of them. envy stares at the card as if a cat staring at a rubber mouse, looking completely, utterly perplexed. his initial thought is to just hand the envelope back & politely decline, but then again, monday did eat that marshmallow & doesn't seem to recognize him from anywhere so, after a brief moment of consideration, the little killer decides to repay all hospitality in kind, muttering, ❝ well, as unexpected as this may be... i don't see a reason to refuse. ❝ he chuckles, turning in place to face monday better. ❝ it's just a shame i do not have more... ' fitting ' clothing... ❞

despite the gentle smile on his face, envy's pitch black eyes remain disturbingly voided of life, almost as if eyes of a dead crow. there's simply nothing in them. no warmth, no inner light. the festering flames illuminating all but their depths. it's hard to tell whether he is being genuine or just pretending, stashing the envelope along with the letter back into own oversized jacket while asking, ❝ is that... alright... ? ❞

#// for some reason it didn't let me reblog #so i just moved our thread over - i hope that's alright! #also.. who could have ever thought that eating a marshmallow can save your life? lmao #good on you monday. good on you my boy. #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

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❝ . . . . . . . ❞ without any form of introduction nor clarification, the little killer of mississippi hands over a brand new bar of lucas' favourite chocolate. where did he get it from? a mystery, but what's truly curious ── how did he even know that's precisely what lucas wanted? the mystery only grows it seems, & so does that devilish smile on his face.

❝ Awwe dammit... ❞ Being that this was the seventh store he's checked; it was also all out of his favorite chocolates. What a sad sad life to live in.

#// surpriiiiiise... ~ ! #thought your new boy could escape? #well that's just too bad. * snickers * #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }} #{{ ;; ‘ 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓾𝓮𝓭 ’ }}