#and then you sound like a killjoy when u try to tell people like. hey maybe if u read abt the stuff u talk abt from the source

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #590: Unexpected Reunion (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

It was a normal, peaceful day in the Smash Mansion and Shadow and Hat Kid was about to watch a Halloween themed movie together. When suddenly.......

????: (Appears From Out of the Ground in a Shadow-ly Like Form) Herrrre's SNATCHER!

Hat Kid: ('Gasps')

('Click')

Shadow: (Immediately Pulls his Gun on the Figure)

Snatcher: Huh. A black, edgy hedgehog with a gun....(Turns his Head at the Viewers) That definitely wouldn't stir up any controversies in the long run.

Shadow: Enough talk. Who are you and what are you doing in this-

Hat Kid: Shadow!

Shadow: Hm? (Turns to Hat Kid) What's wrong, sister?

Hat Kid: (Whispers Something into Shadow's Ear)

Shadow: (Listening to Everything Hat Kid is Telling Him) Mhmm... Uh-huh....Wait....(Turns to Snatcher for a Few Seconds Before Turning Back to Hat Kid) You mean to tell that you know this clown?

Hat Kid: (Simply Nodded)

Shadow: And that he's one of your friends from that space trip of yours?

Hat Kid: (Nodded Once More)

Shadow: (Looks Back at Snatcher One More Time Before Turning Back to Hat Kid) Are you absolutely sure that he's not a threat?

Hat Kid: (Nodded Once More Before Giving Shadow the Puppy Dog Eyes)

Shadow: (Sighs in Defeat Before Putting his Gun Down) Fine. He can stay for a while....

Hat Kid: (Rapidly Clap her Hands Happily Before Hugging Shadow) Thank you!~

Shadow: (Gently Pats.the Top of Hat Kid's Head With a Small Smile on His Face) Yes. Yes. It's no problem.

'Ahem'

The duo finally turn their attention to Snatcher, who is crossing his arms impatiently.

Snatcher: Hate to ruin your little family moment or whatever, but you do know that I'm still here, right?

Hat Kid: (Happily Waves at Snatcher)

Shadow: (Puts on a Straight Face) We noticed. So I take it you're uhh...

Snatcher: Snatcher's the name, tormenting fools and their souls are my game! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Shadow: (Raised an Eyebrow in a Suspicious Manner) Really now?

Snatcher: (Place his Arms Behind the Back of His Head in a Relaxed Manner) Yeeeup. Been doing it for eternity now and it never gets old. Judging by your edgy appearance, I'm guessing your name is-

Shadow: Shadow. Shadow the Hedgehog. I'm the Ultimate Lifeform....(Gently Ruffles the top of Hat Kid's Hair) as well as this little rascal's older brother.

Hat Kid: (Giggles Softly)

Snatcher: Ah yeah. The kid did told me about having two brothers here.... Where's the other one?

Shadow: Out running. His name is Sonic, in case you were wondering.

Snatcher: Generic name, but whatever.

Shadow: So..... Snatcher.... Exactly how did you and Hat Kid first met?

Snatcher: We met back in Subcon Forest. She was walking around, looking for her little time pieces or whatever, and once she fell for one of my booby traps, I immediately stole her soul!

Shadow: (Eyes Widened in Surprised) You stole her what?!

Snatcher: Her soul! S-O-U-L! Honestly, were you even listening the first time I said it, Mr. Ultimate Lifeform?

Shadow: (Glares at Snatcher While Gritting his Teeth and Balling his Fist) I did.....

Hat Kid: (Frowns Worryingly While Calming Shadow Down) Shadow, it's okay.

Snatcher: Oh relax, will ya? I didn't entirely kept it for myself. I gave her a contract to sign to do all the tasks I have planned, in order for her to leave my forest. And....(Facepalms While Sighing) To my literal surprise, she was able to do all of them, with little to no problem.

Shadow: She did?

Snatcher: Yeah. And let me tell ya, I picked out the most challenging objectives ever known to men and spirits alike! I made her murder spirits, clean the Subcon Well, deliver mail and packages to my loyal subjects, mess around with Queen Vanessa's manor-

Shadow: (Crosses his Arms) So basically, you made her do your chores.

Snatcher: (Glares Fiercely at Shadow) HEY! THOSE WERE NOT CHORES!! THEY WERE THE MOST GRUESOME TASKS THAT NO MEN, WOMEN, OR ANY OTHER LOWER CLASS SPECIES COULD EVER HOPE OF COMPLETING!!

Shadow: (Raised an Eyebrow) ..............

Snatcher: ('Groans in Defeat') Okay. Fine. So maybe they were just chores. But they were difficult a-and deadly! And yet somehow, that little twerp was able to complete them all!

Shadow: (Turns to Hat Kid) You were able to accomplish all of that just to get your soul back?

Hat Kid: (Proudly Nodded) Mmhmm!

Shadow: (Chuckles Lightly as He Ruffles the top of Hat Kid's Hair Once More) I guess you really are full of surprises, huh kiddo?

Hat Kid: (Giggles Softly)

Snatcher: (Rolled his Eyes While Groaning) Alright. That's enough rambling on about my failures for one day. Let's change the subject, shall we?

Shadow: (Turns Back to the Snatcher) Okay, sure. What else do you want to talk about?

Snatcher: You, of course! Shadow, isn't it? Tell me. How exactly did you get the name "Ultimate Lifeform" in first place? It sounds wayyyyyy to exceptional to be given to anyone.

Shadow: I can assure that the name alone, is far from being an empty title. It was given to by Professor Gerald Robotnik, the man who created me in the Space Colony Ark, many years ago.

Snatcher: (Starts Getting Intrigued) Oh? You don't say.....

Shadow: That's right. I originally created to be an immortal being, but....(Frowns a bit Sadly) Let's just say that... during those years, the professor would used me later for something I.... really don't want to get into right now....(Or possibly ever.)

Hat Kid: (Starts Feeling Sympathy for Shadow as She Hugs Him Tightly)

Snatcher: Ah. So you got yourself a case of a troubling past?

Shadow: ('Sigh') For the most part. But that's all in the past now. I may have been through a lot during those times and done things I'm not proud of, but that doesn't mean I could let them get the better of me. Especially now that I have people in my life, whom I love and cherish everyday. That's why I do whatever I can to fight and protect them, as well as everyone else in this world. No matter how challenging it may be at times.

Hat Kid: (Smiles Softly at Shadow's Speech)

Snatcher: Yeesh. For an Edgelord, you really are a goodie two shoes.

Shadow: (Shrugged) That may be the case, but at the end of the day, and for the most part, it's who I am. And I'm proud of that.

Snatcher: (Rolled his Eyes) Whatever floats your boat, man.......(Suddenly Begins to Grin Evilly While Coming Up with an Idea) Say.....If you want, I can make you an offer you-

Shadow: No.

Snatcher: Ah come on! You don't even know what it is!

Shadow: And whatever this offer of yours is, I'm not interested in it. No matter how many times you would try to convince me.

Snatcher: ('Groans Heavily') Does anyone ever told you how much of a killjoy you really are?!

Shadow: I have been called that on some occasions. It never bothered me, really.

Snatcher: ('Sighs in Defeat') This is already getting boring. I'm outta here.

Shadow: Already?

Snatcher: Yep. I have places to be, souls to steal, fools to torture. Vice versa.

Shadow: Well, if that's the case, I suppose it was..... somewhat nice to meet you in person.

Snatcher: Likewise. You seems like an interesting fellow.....Even if you are a too goody for your good. (Turns to Hat Kid) And as for you, brat, it was.....kind of...sort of....nice to...see you again or whatever-

Hat Kid: (Happily Gives The Snatcher a Hug)

Snatcher: (Groans While Blushing a Little) Yeah, yeah. I know. I missed you too. Now let go of me already!

Hat Kid: (Giggles Softly While Pulling Away)

Snatcher: I swear. Nothing seems to faze you anymore. ('Sigh') No matter. I'm leaving now so......Bye! (Disappears Out of Thin Air)

Shadow: (Sighs While Turning to Hat Kid Once More) You have some weird friends and enemies, you know that? Then again, I had deal with Eggman on most occasions. So I guess I had no room to talk, huh?

Hat Kid: (Giggles Softly) Maybe~

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#super smash ultimate #a hat in time #shadow the hedgehog #hat kid #the snatcher #humor #fluff #a bit of angst #halloween month #reuion

[gunmetalgrey-trashpile]

morons united group chat with @diabolicaltendencies @epiitaphs @theasteriae

ALEX SMS [ trash pile ] : whos hosting this weekend? Bagsy not me, only just got the window fixed from when Bash tried to escape through it. BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : tried? i think you mean succeeded.

SMS [ do not answer ] : anyway, yeah, no, i can't. sorry. ALEX SMS [ trash pile ] : if you mean you went though a closed window and got covered in glass, sure, you succeeded. BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : you're just bitter because you lost the bet. word to the wise, alex, never ever bet against basher moran ALEX SMS [ trash pile ] : it’s fine, I put the window repairs in your card. BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : that's fine too; "my" card is actually august's card. ALEX SMS [ trash pile ] : should have known going for your wallet was a liability. BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : i mean, probably, yeah. you're fingers are so sticky, i'd have to be stupid to carry my real wallet when i'm meeting up with you. AUGUST sms [ clusterfuck ]: And my card is really the inheritance fund so you might as well do something useful with it, Alex. sms [ clusterfuck ]: I'm out of town until Sunday. But if you need a place to crash I'm sure you'll find your way in.

BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : you could have told me! if i'd known it was dear old dad's money i was spending, i'd have blown the whole lot a long time ago SMS [ do not answer ] : where out of town, exactly?

AUGUST sms [ clusterfuck ]: which is exactly why they wouldn't give it to me all at once. sms [ clusterfuck ]: what? you looking to come along?

BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : killjoys SMS [ do not answer ] : nope, not if you're where i think you are. just seeing if you'll tell me the truth.

ALEX SMS [ trash pile ] : dammmmmn well seeing as I’ve had to put up with you shitheads for so many years I’m glad your daddy’s finally paying up SMS [ trash pile ] : better get me a fridge magnet from wherever you are BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : oh yeah, i heart surrey, just what you've always wanted. not. ALEX SMS [ trash pile ] : at least August gets me stuff rather than BREAKING MY FLAT SMS [ trash pile ] : I have a lot less anger towards your dad now he’s going to pay for my MOT SMS [trash pile] : is this what rich kid life is like?? BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : oh yeah? why don't you get august to bring you daddy's ashes back as well then, so you can bow and scrape before the urn, really say thank you? AUGUST sms [ clusterfuck ]: I'd happily tell you but you could just as easily ask your boss. Your passive aggressive shit must be rubbing off on him. sms [ clusterfuck ]: but seriously, by all means, spend away. BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : alright, well, i  guess saturday night's on me after all then SMS [ do not answer ] : jim asked you to work? why did he ask you and not me? AUGUST sms [ clusterfuck ]: because he actually gives a damn about you and I'm still expendable, apparently.

sms [ clusterfuck ]: Don't have a fridge magnet, Alex, but I got a pretty nice knife off the bitch who tried to stab me with it. ALEX SMS [trash pile] : bash calm down, it’s probably better not to be mr. Narcissistic fucks favours? SMS [ trash pile] : JUST CHECKING but was this bitch very short and in a blonde wig?? AUGUST sms [ clusterfuck ]: No...? ALEX SMS [ trash pile ] : okay that makes me feel a whole lot better SMS [ trash pile ] : shall we do another weekend if August can’t make it?? We need someone with more than one brain cell. AUGUST sms [ clusterfuck ]: Yeah, no. It was a man with a death wish. You'd know if you tried to stab one of us... right? ALEX SMS [ trash pile ] : I mean you’d really hope so but it’s not unheard of SMS [ trash pile ] : I stab a lot of people AUGUST sms [ clusterfuck ]: Fair enough. ALEX SMS [ trash pile ] : if you’re not in Berlin right now you’re probably safe SMS [ trash pile ] : probably AUGUST sms [ clusterfuck ]: Just stick to the plan. I'll be there Sunday to pick you all up off the floor. sms [ clusterfuck ]: Or bail you out. ALEX SMS [ trash pile ] : I’ve got brunch with Sam Sunday SMS [ trash pile ] : if we survive AUGUST sms [ clusterfuck ]: You really think you'll make that date? I'd reschedule that if anything. ALEX SMS [ trash pile ] : ITS NOT A DATE BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : yeah, but does sammy know that? ALEX SMS [ trash pile ] : I need coffee and avocado toast to fix the hangover SMS [ trash pile ] : we. are. not. dating. BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : yeah, but, again ... does he know that? AUGUST sms [ clusterfuck ]: I have coffee and a toaster. Just tell Sam to bring your avocado and something for the rest of us. We can interrogate him then. BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : shall i ask jim if he still has those thumbscrews lying around? i mean, it's better to do these things thoroughly, wouldn't you say? ALEX SMS [ trash pile ] : I wish I had stabbed you AUGUST sms [ clusterfuck ]: I was just thinking about questioning him. But you know, now that you mention it. How well do you think he'd hold up? Hypothetically. ALEX SMS [ Trash pile ] : this is a conversation we are not having AUGUST SMS [ do not answer ] : yeah, it's pointless -- so much easier just to find out for real ALEX SMS [ trash pile ] : if we were dating, which we very much aren’t, why would you need to interrogate him? It’s SAM SMS [ trash pile ] : he’s stitched you ALL up BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : yeah, but are you not dating in the way jim and i aren't dating, or are you not dating in the way that august isn't dating anyone at all? AUGUST sms [ clusterfuck ]: A fair question. BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : fair point. you know, though, sammy's pretty steely. i think he could go at least a couple of rounds. AUGUST sms [ clusterfuck ]: With his background I'm honestly just curious if he can take it as well as he dished it out. SEB sms [block]: oh are we talking about torturing sam? im down sms [block]:  im with august think itd be interesting BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : yes, aha, 3 against 1, alex, sorry -- you've been outvoted! ALEX SMS [trash pile] : trust you to show up when we discuss torture SEB sms [block]: i only have time for important things ALEX SMS [trash pile] : anyone lays a hand on my not boyfriend and I will break bones SEB sms [block]: hah you said the word boyfriend BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : methinks the lady doth protest too much SMS [ do not answer ] : just kidding, alex isn't a lady SEB sms [block]: she could barely pretend to be ALEX SMS [trash pile] : IM NOT A LADY FUCKING TAKE THAT BACK SMS [trash pile] : listen just cause I’m the only one who hangs around with people who aren’t psychotic murderers SMS [trash pile] : speaking of, how is jimbo? SEB sms [block]: lady moran. weird ring to it. ALEX SMS [trash pile] : yh bash ur mum is WEIRD SEB sms [block]: really shouldve seen that response coming sms [block]: anyway alex you cant break all our bones at once so really just be ready for ur boy to disappear for a while BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : don't talk shit about my mother SEB sms [block]: dont take it personally, petya has some mommy issues BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : unless you want to get into all your mummy issues, you two? SMS [ do not answer ] : precisely, back the fuck off SEB sms [block]: or what BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : or i will show you why it is my nickname isn't seb, but basher SMS [ do not answer ] : got that? SEB sms [block]: loud and clear sms [block]: still, you'd better pick on alex first, since shes more ur size BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : fuck you SMS [ do not answer ] : i could take you down any day of the week and you know it SEB sms [block]: sounds like a challenge to me BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : bring it then SMS [ do not answer ] : i dare you SEB sms [block]: see u this weekend then sms [block]: keep an eye out BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : i've beaten bigger men than you blindfolded SMS [ do not answer ] : so i think i'm good to sleep, thanks SEB sms [block]: if you say so BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : i could take you and alex on and once and still come out without a scratch on me SEB sms [block]: well now thats just bragging sms [block]: but this is 1 on 1 you can fight alex another time BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : gladly, mate ALEX Alex Moran has left the chat SEB sms [block]: oh perfect we can plan the torture without worrying she'll tattle to sam AUGUST Sms [ clusterfuck ]: Oh hey Seb. How's it going? SEB sms [block]: just another day of making sure my sister doesn't murder me AUGUST Sms [ clusterfuck ]: I see you two ran Alex off again..  yep pretty much what I was about to guess. SEB sms [block]: these things happen when we're left unsupervised AUGUST Sms [ clusterfuck ]: Understandable. Unfortunately we should probably keep Sam in one piece if you're out picking fights. BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : it's a shame, but ... he kind of has a point, you know SEB sms [block]: it really is sms [block]: as much as i also hate to agree sms [block]: and i dont think sticking him in a basement overnight is going to do much BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : we could always try the interrogation tactics they taught us in the army? SEB sms [block]: well. thatd probably be logical BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : that way he'd be physically fine afterwards, hopefully mentally competent enough to patch you back up as well SEB sms [block]: ur so smug about assuming there wont be one single mark on you sms [block]: but as long as he can hold a needle and use it properly then yeah should be alright BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : ah no, i'm not that arrogant, i just know i can cope with a couple of cuts and bruises SMS [ do not answer ] : i know i'll have had worse SEB sms [block]: fair enough sms [block]: we'll see if you can do enough damage to actually make me get stitches or whatever BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : if you end up needing stitches, i'll buy the first round SMS [ do not answer ] : fair's fair, yeah? SEB sms [block]: yeah thats fair BASH SMS [ do not answer ] : excellent, well then, i'll see you saturday SEB sms [block]: sounds good. ill be ready

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[askmyboys]

Oh look its actual fucking content from me instead of me just making more n more characters-)

Trigger Warnings: They are fuckin murderers n two of them are cannibals, so there’s gonna probs be child murder, cannibalism, death, and blood in this one, its not too long of a story or not TOO detailed but eh at least I made some actual content for once lmao)

Vincent had his hands shoved into his pockets as he walked down the alleyways, he had to take a shortcut for the night since he had a lot of blood all over his clothes, suddenly a scream echoed throughout the alleyway, it sounded... like a child which immediately caught Vincent's attention, he ran towards the sound and his eyes widened at what he saw.

There was a slightly taller man, standing over a small child who was laying there bruised, crying, and trying to scream for help, and just then the man stabbed them, this made them scream momentarily before he continued to stab them repeatedly until the life faded from their eyes, this made Vincent absolutely sick to his stomach, sure, he was a killer himself...  but to kill a child...? That was despicable...

"You know..." Vincent began, this seemed to immediately catch the other man's attention, he snapped his gaze over to Vincent, his eyes... were blood red which was interesting to him, the man definitely had some inhuman features about him, from his eyes to those razor sharp teeth "I might be a murderer myself... but, at least I'm not a disgusting piece of f i l t h such as yourself... I would never kill an innocent child..." He finally finished, this just made the man chuckle "To society you are still just as much of a piece of shit as me, you are still a killer after all, to them it makes no difference! And oh please... It's all the same, humans are humans, just as animals are animals, we all bleed the same color anyways!"

Vincent pulled out his knife and pointed it at the other killer "We might be humans, but the children, the animals, they are innocent... They have done no wrong!" He snarled, he hated how the other laughed at that "At least, not y e t they haven't! The children will grow up eventually, then they will have s o many opportunities to do wrong! Might as well get rid of them while we can!" The man gripped his own knife tightly and charged at Vincent and tried to stab him, which Vincent immediately dodged.

(I am not writing a full on fight scene I fuckin suck at those lmao, I'll write a bit more n then skip)

Vincent then swung his own knife at the other, it only missed him by an inch, then the other man had swung his knife but of course it missed, Vincent swung once more, this time slashing a mark on the man's cheek which made him stumble back, he placed a hand on the mark and grinned at the blood he saw "D a m n, I haven't gotten a mark like t h a t in awhile!" He chuckled and licked the blood from his hand (ew, no dont do that-), and just like that, it was the same song and dance for awhile, slash after slash, dodge after dodge, and hit after hit.

They were fighting for what felt like hours until a loud slam caught their attention, they both snapped their gazes over to the source of the sound and a man had popped out from the dumpster, he looks enraged "HEY, SHUT THE FUCK UP! SOME PEOPLE ARE T R Y I N G TO SLEEP!" He bellowed, clearly not caring if anyone else was actually trying to sleep, it was just his sleep that mattered truth be told, for a moment, his expression was one of fury but then when he looked down and saw the child's body and then saw the knives in their hands he looked a great deal more intrigued "Ah, a knife fight eh? Truly a classic..." He laughed, looking at the both of them "So uh, whoever killed that lil shit right there, you gonna finish em? Orrr... Are they fair game?"

The man blinked and looked at the child he had slaughtered then back to the dumpster man, he shrugged "Uhh sure? Go for it, what are you going to do with it though?" He was curious, he figured this man was just a homeless person, another victim potentially! ...Okay, that thought made him excited, but then, the dumpster man stepped out side of his "home" and grabbed the child, he immediately began chowing down like a stray dog who's just found his first meal in a long time, this made Vincent turn away and almost instantly, he vomited, that was ABSOLUTELY revolting "S-Such a d i s g u s t i n g man... How the f u c k could you even do such a thing?!" He spat, trying to keep his gaze focused on the man he was just fighting a bit ago.

Meanwhile, that man looked... more intrigued than ever before and he had a wide grin on his face "Damn! I haven't seen anyone eat like that before and so casually! What's your name dude?" He walked over, getting a bit too close for Robert's comfort, this made him whip out a knife as a warning "Your close enough..." He paused, taking another bite of his meal before continuing "Name's Robert Marner, yours?" The man grinned and as much as he'd love to push his boundaries, he kept his distance "Irving Lancaster! I'm surprised you haven't heard of me, but then again... You DO live in a dumpster..." Robert only shrugged "Eh, better out here, and in any place I can manage than in a jail, I mean, I'm LITERALLY eating a child here, I'm a killer and a cannibal as you can clearly see"

Irving blinked "...You gave that info up surprisingly easily" Robert had finally finished his meal and he wiped the blood from his mouth and stood up, he turned to face Irving properly "I mean, I can clearly tell... That we're all killers here, and it would be pretty stupid for one of us to rat out the other, now wouldn't it?" He did technically have a point, Irving only nodded at that "Fair point actually..." He then realized something, and looked back over to the other man "Hey! I never got your name actually? What is it?" Vincent looked at him and sighed "...Vincent Blackwell..." Why was he joining in? This was s t u p i d and pointless, he wasn't here to be buddy buddy with two other random killers, if anything he just wants to dispose of them both now.

Irving nodded, well now they all knew each others names! But, Irving was definitely more interested in Robert, he turned back towards him "So like, if you'll eat a child that's like, already dead, would you eat one while their alive? What do you prefer?" Robert shrugged "I don't mind either way, same goes for an animal, they make more sounds when their alive though which can be annoying sometimes, it just depends on the mood" Irving looked surprised "You eat animals?! Doesn't the fur get stuck in your teeth?" Robert shrugged once more "Eh, I don't care, food is food, I'm not scared to get a little bit of fur in my teeth"

Irving looked more and more impressed with the more Robert told him, the stories he told about some of the children he ate, the dogs and cats he's eaten, sometimes in front of actual children to scare the shit out of them, and of course, Irving shared some of his best stories as well! He tried to pick out the best of the best, and a lot of them had made Robert laugh even, he wanted to get on good terms with him at this point, finally after awhile of speaking, Robert paused for a moment, he looked at Irv and gave him a toothy grin "Eh, your alright bud, if ya ever want to, you can hang around here with me, just for the love of God, don't make TOO much noise" This made Irving grin back, he was filled with absolute glee inside "Got'cha!"

Robert turned back towards Vincent "You've been awfully quiet this entire time, so, how about this... You got any stories to tell?" Vincent looked at the both of them, noticing their expectant expressions and he just scoffed, he l o a t h e d the both of them, he should've left while he had the chance "You are both the most vile creatures on this filthy excuse of a planet I have ever met... If you wish for a story however, so be it..." He sighed and began telling one of his most infamous stories, after a good while he finally seemed to finish, both Robert and Irving were somewhat impressed with the level of detail Vincent had put in.

Irving blinked slightly "....So, did you kill the kid n the dogs?" He was hopeful until Vincent shook his head "No, I'm not a miserable excuse for life such as the both of you, I would never kill an innocent child or animal" Irving's expression just looked bored now "...That's pretty lame honestly, you should've killed them all!" Robert only sneered at this "Yeah, I woulda wiped out that entire family honestly..." Vincent only rolled his eyes "What you do while murdering is your business, that doesn't mean I will never try and stop the both of you... However I would advise you both to watch your backs..." And with that, Vincent made his way out of the alley, leaving Irving and Robert alone.

Irv merely rolled his eyes "Fuckin killjoy isn't he?" Robert nodded at that and then walked over, picking up the remains he had left of the child, mostly the bones and a few other things and then he tossed them into his dumpster "Feel free to hang around, just remember what I said about the noise..." And with that, he climbed back inside, Irving would... absolutely not go into that dumpster but he did walk towards it and hang around near it "Got'cha, loud n clear! I can't guarantee you won't hear any screams if more prey walks by though" Robert just let out sleepy 'mhm' before he winded up falling asleep, this was truly a good day, er... Well night for Irving Lancaster!

(I've got no actual good ending, he's just gonna hang around with Rob n probs chillax there for awhile, Vincent fucking h a t e s the both of them, Irv has the BIG MIGHTY GAY for Robert right now, so yeah take this insanity)

#My Story #oc story #serial killer ocs #Vincent #Irving #Robert #all my serial killer lads interacting with each other #you can tell Vincent fucking hates them both #tw: blood #tw: death #tw: cannibalism #tw: child death

[marshmarrowsans]

Summary:

Who knew that a game of poker with your charming skeleton friend could turn into something so momentous?

Birthday fic for @disasterbisexual​! Happy birthday, I hope Mafiafell Sans charms ya pants off ;u;

“you did not just bet half your chips on a ten high. thought you said you knew how to play poker.” “I do.  It’s called a bluff.  Do you never bluff?” Begrudging and the slightest bit humiliated, you stared down and to the side instead of at the skeleton in front of you as you pushed your poker chips towards him with a flippant swipe of your hand. He met you halfway, fingertips tracing across your skin for a brief moment before he claimed the tokens signifying his victory.  For that hand, at least, but also probably for the entire round.  You had just a sad, measly stack of poker chips left over after that, and he had a large pile of them that he was clearly too lazy to sort. But that wasn’t surprising.  He’d already won the last five rounds. “that was a bluff?  you had ten high written all over your face.” “How does one have a specific card in the deck written all over their face? Could you have guessed the suit, too?” “maybe.  if it was relevant.”  He cast a smug, knowing look your way.  “if there’s ever somethin’ you’re specifically trying to hide.  i have a knack for sniffin’ it out.” You rolled your eyes and picked up your next hand, a small sense of hope sparking in your chest when you saw that you already had an ace.  It wasn’t much, but it had potential. Ah, who were you kidding?  Sans folded every time you got a hand that looked promising, so you never got to milk it to your benefit even when you got lucky. “Just knock it off already and admit you can read minds.” “don’t hafta do that to know what’s on yours.” You flushed uncomfortably under his confident, ever-probing gaze.  He always flaunted his ability to see right through you.  He was proud of it, to the point of being smug.  You really did often feel like he could read your mind if he stared at your face long enough. That was concerning, considering some of the thoughts you’d been having about him. He won the hand, of course.  The ace high you started out with remained only an ace high, and you were too low on chips to try and bluff your way out of this one, so you folded.  No point in letting him force you into betting the rest of them.  This was a game of survival at this point.  You could be proud of yourself if you were able to hold out against him longer than the last few games. “Okay then, mind-reader,” you quipped, though even you could detect the twinge of nervousness in your voice when you continued and asked him, “what’s on my mind tonight?” He grinned at you—that awful, smug, knowing, handsome, perfect grin—and rested his chin on the cradle he’d formed with his interlaced fingers. “well, let’s see.” You already knew you were in for a fucking smackdown of a psychological analysis. “our entire friendship is pretty much centered on you comin’ to see me whenever you’re feelin’…  dissatisfied.  with the way things are in your life.  you’ve been stuck in the same place for awhile.  it’s boring.  you don’t feel like you’re goin’ anywhere.  not fast enough.”  He turned over the first card from the deck, and threw in a small handful of chips, and you couldn’t tell whether or not he was still really paying attention to the game. He just kept talking.  “yet at the same time, somehow, it’s like everything’s happening too fast for you to handle.” You called his bet.  You couldn’t just fold forever. “Yeah.  I guess you could say all that.” “…  but it’s more than that,” he continued thoughtfully.  “more than anything, you just wanna feel… respected.  and safe.  you wanna spend time with people who see the worth in you, love you and care ‘bout you exactly the way you are.  people—or at least someone, even just one person—that you can look at ‘em and say with confidence: they’re gonna be there, rain or shine, and i can count on ‘em for anything.  that’s what’s missing most from your life.  that’s what you’re hiding from when you come n’ spend time with the likes of me.  the fact that you haven’t found that in anyone yet.” Though the gesture made you blush, which was absolutely something he would notice while reading your face, you reached across the small table and put your hand on his arm.  He didn’t flinch like he used to. “You’re my friend, Sans,” you told him, softly and simply.  “I spend time with you because I like you.” “but that other stuff.  i’m right about it, aren’t i?” He could take your silence, the withdrawal of your hand from his arm, and your shy glance to the side as the response he was looking for. “we don’t have to talk ‘bout it,” he reassured you.  “y’know what we do have to talk about, though?” As you heard his tone grow playful, so did yours.  You asked with a smile quickly spreading across your lips, “What?” “the fact that you should never, ever bet real money while playing poker, ‘cause i just bankrupted you again.” He was right.  He had a two pair, sixes and nines, while you only had a pair of jacks, and you’d bet the rest of your chips on that hand, because you barely had any left to lose anyways.  You groaned in defeat and threw what remained of your poker chips at him, earning a deep, rich laugh that made you glad you were sitting down, because it would’ve made your knees weak. Despite that, you were frustrated enough at your crushing defeat, and at how smug he was being about it, that you started to get up. “Well.  That’s enough of that.  You may as well always know what’s in my hand, and you love to show it off.  So I may as well call it a night.” “hey now, don’t get all upset.”  He reached out and grabbed your hand, in that sudden and firm way that always made you imagine him grabbing you in other places. The sensation was enough to coax you into sitting back down, as he wanted.  “i’ll play nice.  one last game.  i’ll play it with my back turned.  but you’re gonna have to read out the cards on the table to me.” That…  did mean he wouldn’t be able to read your face. “That sounds like the only fair thing this night.” “heheh.  then if you agree that’ll make it fair.  why not make it interesting?” Flushing nervously, you patted your pockets in search of what little cash you had on you.  Maybe if you said each poker chip was worth pennies, you might be able to-- “not for money.” Oh boy.  You loved and hated where this was going. “poker chips are still just poker chips. but the winner gets one thing they want from the loser.  could be a favor.  could be an item.  could be a dare.  could be an answer to a question.  anything they want.” You saw the curious, sly glint in his eyes, like a mountain lion about to pounce, and hearing what he said next, you froze in place and momentarily forgot how to breathe: “i can think of a few things i might want from you.” Ugh, you were always so frustrated with yourself, it was so easy for him to fluster you with his flirtation, even though you were pretty sure he meant nothing by it.  Yet no matter how often he flirted with you (or at you—you never really knew how to respond) and despite the fact that such flirtation from anyone else would get nothing more than an annoyed eye roll out of you, there was something about him that charmed the socks off you every single time. God, what you wouldn’t give to have the kind of poker face he did. You weren’t about to be a killjoy, so without even thinking about what you might want from him—or at least, what you could possibly bring yourself to ask of him without passing out—you agreed. “…  Okay. Making it fair and raising the stakes at the same time.  I can respect that.” “alright.  sorry to rob you of the chance to stare futilely at my handsome mug tryin’ to figure out if it’s a bluff or not.” That wasn’t why you stared at his face. Oh god, who were you kidding?  He probably knew that.  This asshole knew everything, even if he didn’t call you out on it. He was turned backwards now, straddling his chair and resting his arms up on the back of it, except when he reached back for you to deal the cards to him.  You were getting even funnier looks than usual, but neither of you ever cared about being stared at. A few minutes into your ridiculous, modified game, you realized something. “You know,” you remarked thoughtfully as you flipped over the next card in the deck.  “Jack of spades.  But you know, you having your back turned like this makes it crazy easy for me to cheat.” “nah.  you don’t have it in ya’.” He sounded like he’d already considered the possibility, and come to that conclusion, possibly in a split second. Smart guy. “Smartass.” “but it’s true.” “You know, you are really tempting fate by saying that.” But he was right.  You weren’t about to play dirty just to win. Besides.  A part of you made you quiver at the thought of what he might want if he won, so really, you were going to be pretty happy no matter what the outcome. Scientifically speaking, there certainly seemed to be a positive correlation between Sans’ view of your face and his poker-playing abilities.  Now that his back was turned, he was winning significantly fewer hands, taking fewer chances, folding more often.  There were points of time where you had more chips than him—he would ask permission to turn around every now and then and check the distribution—and there was even a point where it was looking reasonably likely that you might win. Then you got cocky.  Or maybe he was just desperate enough to take some more chances. All too soon, the chips were back on his side of the table. The game went on so long, it kind of got you into that “fuck-it” mentality.  Especially since you’d already come to the conclusion you’d be happy with either of you winning—you’d certainly be proud to show him what for and finally win a round, plus you could ask of him whatever you wanted. You were pretty sure you would just end up asking him for a kiss.  If you could make your heart stop pounding long enough to get through the request without chickening out. But if Sans won, you would find out exactly what he meant by i can think of a few things i might want from you.  The connotations were clear, and almost certainly intentional, but it usually just turned out he was teasing you, like the huge tease he was. But damn it, every time he did, it felt like it was going to be the time he actually went through with something! In any case, you had nothing to lose except maybe your virginity, oh God someone please detain and arrest your runaway mind, so you got a little more daring with your bets and your bluffing. And as you did, the chips started to filter back to his side of the table. Until finally, you ran out of patience. “All in.” He was so surprised, he forgot to ask for permission before glancing over his shoulder at you. “…  on just the hand you were dealt?  what didja get, a pair of aces?” “Guess you’re gonna find out.  Unless you fold like a fucking coward.” You had a pair of twos.  It was…  well, it was something.  Maybe the deck would be merciful and give you a three of a kind.  Or four! “…  i’m turning around, ‘cause i’m calling that bet, and you’re about to lose.” …  Yeah, he was probably right. Now that he was facing the table again, he flipped the cards from the deck face up. Seven of diamonds. Nine of clubs. King of hearts. “heyyy.  it’s me.” “You wish.” Queen of diamonds. Queen of clubs. That left you with a two pair, twos and queens, but the queens were on the table, so that still wasn’t… great. And Sans had that awful, beautiful grin on his face.  He didn’t say anything, which was always a bad sign, because if he was nervous, he liked to cover it up by talking shit.  His eye lights flicked between his hand and the cards on the table. “well well well.” “I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”  A voice that belonged to neither of you interrupted your game. In an instant, it was like Sans transformed into a different person.  As the rest of the people in the joint scrambled for cover or for escape at the first sign of a serious fight breaking out, he shot to his feet, drew the gun he’d been hiding god-knows-where on his body, put himself between you and the man currently brandishing a gun of his own in your direction, and pointed it at him. “well then it was awfully nice of ya to let me know.”  He tilted his gun a little, in a sort of questioning gesture at him.  “thanks for the warning.  clearly you’re not from my line a’ work.  so who are you?  some kinda cop?  bounty hunter?  huh?” His voice dipped dangerously low, almost like a growl, and you weren’t sure anymore whether your heart was pounding from fear or excitement.  “or are you just some nobody come in here to ruffle some feathers ‘cause you don’t like us monsters daring to exist on the same ground as you?” On second thought, you were pretty sure it was excitement.  You felt safe behind Sans.  Even with a gunfight threatening to break out, he was shielding you with his body, and you had no doubt he could get the both of you out of this one.  This was far from the worst situation he’d ever found himself stuck in.  And you could feel it in his posture, see it in the way he loosely turned his gun this way and that.  He wasn’t scared. “Thomas Pavonine.  My name is Thomas Pavonine.  You son of a bitch.” “…  oh.” Sans still didn’t seem scared, but all of a sudden, he did seem nervous, and that worried you.  Why the emphasis on his last name?  Was he from some incredibly influential or violent or otherwise bad-news family?  “alright. tell ya what.  we can settle this like men.  after we get this innocent bystander outta the mix, capiche?  they were just here for a game of poker, they didn’t sign up for a spat like this with the buy-in.” “And who’s that?”  The man was shaking now, as he gripped his pistol with both hands, like it was a magnum.  “Your girlfriend?  Maybe I’ll make things even!” And that was the moment Sans lost his temper, which was never a good thing to happen in a tense situation. “are you fuckin’ deaf or somethin’?  fuckin’ dense as a platinum brick?! HUH?!”  He cocked his gun and put his finger on the trigger, something you briefly remembered him mentioning that nobody in their right mind would do if they didn’t intend on shooting somebody.  “they have no part in this.  and if you know what’s good for ya, you’re gonna stop pointing that gun in their direction, and you’re gonna let them go without layin’ a dirty paw on ‘em!” “FUCK you!” Apparently Sans knew Thomas was going to shoot at you before he actually did, even though his finger was already on the trigger, because everything exploded into chaos at once.  You could only process it in pieces.  Sans chucking the entire poker table at the interloper. The gun going off, causing the bullet to, luckily, wedge itself harmlessly in the ceiling.  The screams of people who had chosen to hide rather than escape. Sans’ arms around you. The sickening dip in your stomach as he teleported you to safety. When you opened your eyes again, you were in the back seat of his car.  And you felt him start to urgently untangle himself from you.  His words from earlier echoed in your head. we can settle this like men after we get the innocent bystander outta the mix. “Sans, don’t you dare go back out there.” “i’m not.”  To your relief, he climbed into the driver’s seat instead of out the door. “don’tcha know a bluff when you see one?” You clambered after him and sat in the passenger’s seat. “You won enough games against me in poker to know I don’t.” “buckle up, sweet cheeks.” You were pretty sure he said that to be cool, not because he was all that serious about road safety.  Still, you complied.  The car lurched forward and sped the hell out of there just as the buckle clicked into the slot. And even as the car roared a good twenty miles per hour above the speed limit, you still considered it a good time to recline in your seat, relax, and catch your breath. “That was tense!” “…  it wasn’t great.” “That guy almost shot us!” “i knew he was gonna try shit.  never woulda let ‘im.” “What was that all about?” You waited for a response, but you didn’t get one.  Not at first. You were pretty sure a minute had passed—which doesn’t sound like much, but a minute of pure silence after a question is certainly unusual—by the time he spoke. “hope that didn’t scare ya too much.  it wasn’t nothin’ i couldn’t handle.” And when he did speak, he didn’t even answer your question! “Sans.  Did you not hear me?  What was that about?” He answered you this time, though it was accompanied with a heavy sigh, and it was still vague. “…  i did something pretty stupid.  a few months back.  a few months back!”  He took his hands off the steering wheel for a moment, just to do a vague gesture of exasperation and disbelief.  “forever ago! can’t believe he’s still mad!  …  ‘course i guess he probably just found out.  but still.  months.”  He shook his head and focused on the road. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts about it. You didn’t press him about it any more than you already had.  Instead, you changed the subject to something of more immediate importance. “…  By the way.  Where are we going?” “the hell outta town.” You scoffed.  “Aha-are you serious?  I packed for a night of poker and drinks, not…  whatever the hell this is turning into.” “need me to brave the oncoming cop cars to circle back and pick up your stuff at home?”  He kept his eyes on the road.  “whatever you might need, we can pick it up in the next town over.  too risky to double back now.  sorry.  and besides…” He reached into his pocket, slid a small stack of cards from it, and spread them in your direction so you could see what they were.  Three kings, two queens. “you owe me one request, after all.” Hesitantly, you took them.  He got the most self-satisfied smirk on his face as you did, returning his hand to the steering wheel. “…  When did you even TAKE these?” “when i threw the table.  obviously, i had no time to mess with the deck, so y’know. that was my hand.  full house, baby.” God, for all his tricks and mischief, you wouldn’t be surprised if he had somehow managed to grab those cards from the deck. “and you went all in on that hand.  so ya’ lost.” “…  How do you know I didn’t have a—” Before you could even finish your question, he pulled two more cards from his other pocket and handed them to you.  You looked at them. It was your pair of twos. “ya’ lost,” he repeated, voice tight with the urge to laugh. “Shut up.”  You crossed your arms, and reclined your seat some more, just to make yourself look even grumpier.  He stared at you affectionately in the rear view mirror as soon as you got to a stretch of road without many other cars on it.  “… So your great big victory request is to let you kidnap me.” “kidnap you?  nahhh.  i like to think of it as…  running away together.” “I didn’t think you were such a hopeless romantic, tough guy,” you teased him. That was a bad idea.  When you teased him, he teased back, and he teased back hard. “oh yeah.  we’re fuckin’ eloping.  right here and now.  let’s disappoint the hell outta your parents.” “Fuck my parents.” “fuck yer parents.” He looked at you in the rear view mirror again, and this time, you looked back at him.  It was weird, making eye contact through a mirror.  It was like you weren’t looking at each other, but you could tell that you were looking at each other all the same. The adoring look on his face was so cute, even you could see the reflection of your cheeks turn red. And then he dropped the bombshell.  The fucking nuke of nicknames.  The nukename, if you will. “tomata.” You were officially deactivated.  That erased all comebacks from your mind.  So, puzzlingly, after you slapped your hands over your face, all that came out when you tried to say something clever was: “DIE.” That was the hardest you’d ever heard him laugh.  He laughed until he got tears in his eyes.  Laughed like that was the funniest fucking thing you could’ve possibly said in that moment.  You actually thought he might pull over to calm himself down. But after a good, hearty laugh, he pulled himself together. “alright.  i promise you, someday, i’ll die, just ‘cause you asked me to.”  His voice, and his expression, softened as he went on.  “but hey. seriously.  tonight, we’re gonna find someplace safe, shack up together in the next town over and work out a plan.” Shack up?  Together? “…  and i hate to sound.  uh. clingy.  or whatever.  ‘cause that’s the last thing you’d think i’d be, right?  but seriously.  my request is, uh.”  He rubbed his neck.  “…  my request is that you skip town with me. y’know, so tomorrow, we can go back and get your stuff and bring it out here.  it could get a little complicated, but i'll help you through it.  hell, i'll take care of the whole damn issue for ya’—i just.  i don’t…” He struggled with it, but he managed to say what he needed to say. “i don’t really see my life withoutcha, y’know? so i know it’s a lot to ask, but we did have a deal, so…” Holy shit.  He really did want to run away with you.  Run away from everything.  That town, your actions, your pasts.  It was intimidating, but… As you reflected on your life and where you wanted to be, the answer became obvious. “I’m with you, Sans,” you told him, quiet but confident in your answer.  “…  No deal necessary.” “…  whaddya mean?” “I mean you don’t have to use your victory request on this.”  You cast a coy glance in his direction, and said something startlingly bold.  “I’m sure you can think of something better to use it on.” Were you imagining it, or did he grip the steering wheel a little tighter and press down on the gas pedal a little harder in anticipation? “…  i’ve got a lot of ideas.”

#sans #mafiafell sans #sans/reader #mafiafell sans/reader #undertale #mafiafell #reader is nonbinary #misgendering cw #flirting #teasing #running away together #sans is really good at poker #reader is implied not to have very good parents #disasterbisexual #birthday fic

[ftxsilas]

HEY FAM IT’S WILLOW AGAIN !!! i play xiao from neo ( winwin fc ) and now i bring you silas, orion’s lead vocal and dos’ main vocal and center in mobius entertainment ! your local videography, variety, and vocal king ! his stats / points / plots ; you can read more about him under the cut ~

as usual, his full bio is on this page and i’d recommend reading that instead of the summary below, but if you don’t wanna read all that gunk here’s a summary of his background!!

this is just background stuff so if u read the post above u can just skip down to where the personality info is!!!

his parents died when he was five and he had to go to seoul and live with his grandparents who were really strict and kept him on a very short leash which he was not happy about

they gave him a strict schedule and he had to keep at it, but he did his best bc he didnt want to upset them.

he did really well in school, was really popular with his classmates bc he was very fun loving and energetic. he was even a favorite of his teachers bc he was really smart and excelled in every subject! he smort

when he was ten his grandparents hired a piano instructor so he could take piano lessons between the time he’s finished doing his homework and dinner time, bc they didn’t like him having so much free time. he finished his homework quickly so he cOULD have free time, and they just. tore it away from him. smh.

i can’t word it any better than i already did so i’m gonna copy this next part from his bio:

“his instructor is immediately smitten with him despite the fact that he’s a slow learner, but when she has him sound out the notes he’ll play, his voice melts her heart. it’s high, and untrained, but she can see potential in him.“

so she tells his grandparents that he has a real potential for singing and that she loves his voice and could tutor him with that as well, but they tell her to just do the job they’re paying her for and dont worry about stupid stuff like that. they want him to play the piano, not to sing.

she says fuck it and starts giving him free vocal lessons alongside the piano lessons, and his voice flourishes under her teachings and she tells him that he could be a big star one day with a voice like his

when he’s fifteen someone came along to a lesson of theirs one day, and she told him it’s just a friend of hers. he paid no mind to it and they went on as they usually do, practicing the piano for a bit and then he goes on to sing a few songs for them. at the end, he gets a business card for killjoy creative and is told to give them a call when he wants to audition.

he does end up calling, but unfortunately for him it’s after they claimed bankruptcy and can’t afford to take in any new trainees. to a fifteen year old, it sounds like they’re just making excuses and don’t want him anymore.

from then on out, he stopped picking up his instructor’s calls, and his grandparents stop paying her when shihyun wouldn’t even brother to come out of his room when she came over for their next couple of lessons. he blamed her for them turning him down, even though it wasn’t her fault.

he gave up on his dream for a couple of years, even though he continued playing the piano and singing in his free time.

a couple of months before he graduated, he got a call from an unknown number and it turned out to be his instructor. he hadn’t heard from her in about three years, and he almost hung up on her but for some reason, decided to listen. a friend of a friend of hers was starting a company called mobius entertainment, and she thought of him to go audition for it. she gave him the contact info for the company and the location of the auditions, and he went for it.

he got it, of course, but his grandpa was lessss than thrilled. he wasn’t happy at all about him pursuing singing, and would tell shihyun that he was wasting his time and would amount to nothing and that he should go for something like making his own business instead. why would he throw away all of his smarts just to become a puppet on stage??

he was only a trainee for a year before orion debuted, and he was given the stage name ‘silas’. it wasn’t exactly his choice. the company thought up the name, slapped it on his profile, and told him that was going to be the name he had to go by now.

he was easily loved for his fun personality and became popular in variety shows! he also comes to love directing, and over the years gets a lot of tips from directors he works with and looks up to and starts building up his resume for it by offering tips and ideas every now and then.

he did his military service from 2014-2015 and since he’s been back, has been focusing on dos promotions, variety shows, hosting, and videography / directing.

during his military service, his grandpa died ( late 2015, and he was discharged early for it ), and silas really regrets shoving his fame in his face instead of making amends, but silas was too prideful ( n still kind of hurt ) and his grandpa was too stubborn to admit that he was wrong. he’s been taking care of his grandma since then, even though he can’t see her as often as he’d like to.

WHEW. THERE WE GO. NOW ON TO THE PERSONALITY STUFF

silas is really funny and with how smart and talented he is, too, he’s majorly adored by the public and i’m gonna try and get ahold of the nation’s husband title bc. that’s what he is ok. he’s prime hubby material.

he doesn’t get incredibly close to people. ever since losing his parents as a kid, he keeps most people at arm’s length because he doesn’t want to deal with loss again.

you have to be reallllllllyyyyyyyy important for him to want to get close to you. he has to like you a lot to want to get over his fear of abandonment to get to know you deeper than surface level and actually care. that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have friends, of course he has friends. he actually has tons of friends and acquaintances, but. a hundred pennies is nothing like four quarters, yknow?

your muse could consider silas to be a really close friend of theirs, he knows everything about them and more, and yet with him they’ve barely scratched the surface and while he’s really fun and funny with them, he never gets any deeper than that. he’s kind of like a dark tinted window, where he can see out but you can’t see in. people will only know what he wants them to know.

he shows affection and remorse and most feelings by buying ppl things. if he hurt your feelings he doesn’t really care that much bc he’s not that close to you to care, but here’s a rolex or here’s a versace dress. material things and money don’t really matter to him at all, but he knows it’s important to most other ppl so that’s why he does it.

he’s kind of annoying and loud and a bit egotistical?? he sorta expects everyone to know him and fall at his feet bc he’s been around for so long and knows what it’s like to be on top of the world w orion/dos

oh yeah he has two cats. they’re his life. one is named cinna and the other is monnie. yes it’s a pun on cinnamon. he knows conversational english and it’s one of his favorite words. he just thinks it’s neat.

for my astrology hoes: he’s aquarius sun, gemini moon, and capricorn rising. yikes.

SO. there we go! he’s very attention seeking and always cracks jokes and tries to be hip like all the cool kids these days but he’s rly just an annoying old man so im sorry for him

BLEASE hit me up on discord to plot!!!! ( warfaire#3147 ) i would love to plot w everyone!!