#shadyinfo

[aeipathcy]

@shadyinfo * ✭ ❪ liked for a starter┊☓ ❫

Randel had already made it a habit to spy on the movements of the residents of the manor through what he could see from the view of the windows. While he mostly didn't pay much attention to the nobodies, there were always at least two people that'd catch his eye from how much they stood out compared to the rest—the red-haired duke (obviously because he was the target to exorcize) and the princess (or regent, she supposedly was now called). There was also that pet of hers who'd he often have to acknowledge since he was always by her side, but who cared about him?

The sight he caught whilst peering in through the glass this time was not what he expected—the reaper had intended to do his routine of scaring Mikel and pop into his room unannounced as usual (it never got old), but instead he found himself witnessing a very scandalous scene: the regent and her retainer being way too close for her engaged status. This was nothing new with them, always hiding in the shadows to exchange blood for sustenance. Although, it was one of the rarer incidents of the regent giving in and taking from her so-called beloved friend.

So much for sticking to the usual plan—dropping in on these two would be much more interesting. Seeing as the window was partially open but not enough for his arm to fit through, he reached to grab a rib bone from within. When he had gotten the right one, he slipped it through the gap and maneuvered it to open the window some more, and when he had pried it open enough, he returned the rib back to its proper place.

❝ So you take from your precious little retainer but nobody else? Ain't that a bit wack? I thought you'd want to keep him alive, ❞ he questioned to announce his presence as he slipped in through the window he had just pried open. With a laugh, he closed the window behind him and jumped down to the floor from the sill, clearly imposing on such a disgustingly intimate moment.

It was obvious he had timed his entry like this on purpose. If not unpredictable and unreadable, he was often described as being there at the worst possible moments, witnessing things that really could cause trouble should he share what his eyes had seen.

❝ Sorry, am I interrupting? ❞ he asked with such a cheery tone that it might as well have skewed the emotions of the duo towards anger rather than simple irritation from his unwanted entry. What could he say? He enjoyed ruining people's fun.

#* ✭ ❪❪ randel ↠ in character ❫. #shadyinfo #genevieve┊ѕнα∂уιиfσ ✭ * #;; i wanted to do both your requests hehe #;; i feel like we need to do more of Randel and Geni content so here we go #;; this is long overdue but I hope it's alright

[abrasife]

"Help." Face hidden by his hood, a bashful Alex unzipped his backpack to reveal several handmade plushies of animals. Showcasing each one with care, he looked at Keith in a panic. "Which one do you think a girl would like the most? I think giving them all to her is me coming on too strong." Though he and Keith were not necessarily close, Alex was not going to his roommate for this type of advice. Keith always did seem like the type who knew women's tastes better, after all.

UNPROMPTED ┊always accepting.

Woah! This was unexpected! Almost thrown into a panic, Keith put his arms up defensively, expecting some sort of fight to be coming his way. Only after he processed the timid tone behind the request for help did the redhead drop his arms and cautiously tilt his head to peer under the hood of the guy who approached him. Oh. It was Alex. He hadn't seen him in a long time, just like Ophelia.

Even if he wasn't as close to Alex, that didn't mean he wouldn't try his best here to help. It was rare for someone to even want his help with something, and he definitely wanted to know more about this guy since Reanne was very keen on officially asking Alex out sometime soon. That girl was impulsive so the quicker he could get a better sense of the prospect of a long term relationship, he could express warnings if need be.

As the dark haired boy opened up his backpack, Keith was surprised to see the numerous handmade dolls inside. Based on the craftsmanship with little stray threads and awkward tie offs and shifts in colors, he could tell these were made by hand. That wouldn't be present in store bought crochet dolls. A slight glimmer shone in his eyes as he analyzed the choices for the dilemma proposed to him. The assortment of little animal dolls were adorable—an array consisting of a little green frog, yellow octopus, white rabbit, a black cat, a dark blue whale, and a light blue penguin.

Knowing how small his little world was with how he, Reanne, Ophelia, and Alex were connected, Keith couldn't help but find himself assuming that maybe Reanne and Alex were in a similar state as Ophelia and himself—well, at least one-sidedly (as there was no real way to know how Alex and Ophelia felt). Pinning for this long was kind of painful, but what else was there to do but wait?

❝ I'm assuming this is for Reanne, so I'd definitely not give her the cat one. She's allergic to them and hates being reminded of it, ❞ he advised, pointing to the black cat doll Alex had made. Glancing up at the other, he wondered if it would be rude to ask how he felt about Reanne. Keith already knew how Reanne felt, but he still was a bit out of the loop regarding how Alex felt.

Pausing in the selection advice, the redhead shifted his attention to Alex, ❝ I don't mean to be aggressive when I ask this but, what exactly do you feel towards Reanne? ❞ Though, it wouldn't be unreasonable if Alex had moved on considering the whole conversation Reanne had often cried regrets about constantly. Had they even properly made up after that?

#shadyinfo #* ✶ ❪❪ in character ❫. #alex┊ѕнα∂уιиfσ ✶ * #* ✶ ❪ a world set in the time and world of the present┊❛ мσ∂єяи νєяѕє ❜ ❫

[phantasmaw]

♢*   —  @shadyinfo  ​/  '𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝' 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

        〈 ♙* 〉┊ "Eve....?" he whispers her name on a thin, stretched voice that hardly makes it past his lips before it snaps in half. He keeps his gaze downturned, studying the little knicks and scars littering the back of his knuckles, following their trail until they disappear before the ever-present gold dusting at his fingertips. When he swallows, he doesn't taste anything despite them having just shared a meal together. The words he needs to say sit coiled in the base of his throat, wriggling about, clogging his airpipes. He swallows again. "I-- I've been keeping something from you," he manages to confess from around the clot of guilt gunking up his vocal chords. "Do you remember when we talked about if we were the only ones of ourselves to exist?"

#shadyinfo #ic : crane #〈♙*〉crane ╲ THREADS #* HII HI HI HI HELLOOOOOO I MISSED YOUUUUUUUUU #* smacks angst right down in front of you to prove it. :))))

[s-talking]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 / 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒. *

favorite fruit(s) :   cherries.

favorite activity(ies) :   reading  poetry,  strolling  through  the  woods  on  rainy  days,  the  infamous   ‘  knife  game ‘   &  parkour.  he  also  likes  to  tend  to  the  flowers  in  the  garden...   even  though  most  of  them  have  withered  away.

favorite flower(s) :   wild  poppies,  white  roses  are  sentimental  however.

favorite season(s) :   autumn.

favorite insect(s) :    butterflies.

favorite animal(s) :    any  that  won’t  be  afraid  of  his  presence.

favorite gem(s) :  those  resembling  the  eyes  of  his  interest.  if  none  applicable,  then  shimmering  citrine  or  fire  opal.

favorite time of day :  late  afternoons,  just  before  the  sun  sets.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘:  @chronicparagon​  ( thank you kindly ♡ )

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆:    @spectralhunter | @b-erserk | @umbralrosa | @yuichiroswife  &  @i-cecapades | @dangaer  &  @truethes | @awesomeuchuu | @spookyooky | @qucintly | @tigermcth | @hhemeraa | @v-iciious  &  @b-elmount | @sansloii | @carnivorarium  &  @phantasmaw  | @diverse-hearts  &  @ever-winter | @kllsworn | @dancinghearts | @fallesto |  @shorestar  | @whispers-in-daydreams | @yesfxckyxu | @tenebris-artium | @deciessomnia | @lured-into-wonderland  | @shadyinfo | @shlnlgamls | @clarafell | @teniras  | @bymorpheus | @s-erpentes | @o--yasumi & @ofhardknoxxx​

#i adore little headcanons #i think i should write more of them when i get the chance #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }} #headcanon ( envy ) #{{ ;; ‘ 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓾𝓮𝓭 ’ }}

[kingspuppet-a]

@shadyinfo​ || ♟️

          “I really dislike winter. Why do people like this season? It’s only used as propaganda to profit from the masses.”

#shadyinfo #; Verse || Undetermined ♟️ #//We've got our thread in vanilla canon so I'm not sure if you'd want something third semester or not! #//So I tried to make it vague in case you had a preference! #//But if this isn't to your liking feel free to let me know and I'll write up something else! #//Also a winter thread in the middle of summer? Unheard of asdfghjklkjhjk xD

[hensetsu]

               5:16 A.M...

               ‘‘..I.. I.. SAID.. I’M FINE-’‘                Say and speak as he so-sought--he retched, recoiled--whined and writhed on bathroom’s floor; all from a bygone injury that had been but.. bumped into--but what came with it: a bristling, burning pain--it agonized and ate at him; in the nausea--the not-know-where-how head-space that hugged around his hip--his middle he could only lie atop; smothered in a sea of saphi hair.

               @shadyinfo​ ♡’d

#✕ ʷʰᵒʳᵃᶜˡᵉ〔ᶤ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᶤᵍᶰ ── ᶤ ʷᵃˢᶰ'ᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᶤᵍᶰ〕 #✕ ⸻ ʰᵃᵏᵒ̈ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶤʳᶤᶰᵃ〔ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᶤᵐᵖʳᵉˢˢᶤᵒᶰ ᵒᶠ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗᶤᶠᵘˡˑˑ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃᶰᶰᶤʰᶤˡᵃᵗᶤᶰᵍ〕 #shadyinfo #So Hako has a scar that runs from his hip to an upper pectoral #And to this day still hurts to high hell #SO--HE IS SUFFERING

[mcollectionl]

This person is shady and a scammer!!!

Check out what MCM Boutique is selling on Mercari! https://www.mercari.com/u/663795103

#mcollectionl #mercari #scammer #scamwarn #shadyinfo

[rozsapalota]

@shadyinfo —- cont.

There was a hunger stirring at his core. It taunted him, it beckoned and incited with every person treading past, men and women young and old and all so richly fragrant each, lovelier than any one of them could fathom. A great deal of attraction had drawn him here, elegant youth in silks and velvet that needn’t enter surreptitiously nor skirt the fringes of the crowd. He seemed, in fact, as much a part of this gallant scene as any dashing princeling, soft hair long and tied so loosely, dreamy countenance under the great sparkling chandeliers of gold and crystals hung above.

He bided his time, leisurely so, enjoying the place for its careless glamour, enjoying most of all the candid, debonair attention of strangers here and there sauntering close for a chat, perfectly meaningless comments about the beauty of the manor or the musicians of the orchestra actively tuning their instruments. He could not pass up on at least a dance or two, he knew as much; and he felt to his great delight that a waltz was most likely to follow.

It would seem perhaps that he had chosen her at random, and to some extent he did have luck to thank, indeed. How truly fortunate for a vampire on the hunt that such a pretty thing should be here alone, that she should come with no companion right as the music started; he’d zeroed in on her, a graceful apparition headed her way through the moving pairs, lithe yet with subdued desire for something well beyond a human's whims.

“The pleasure is all mine,” he confessed softly, amused by the formality of their exchange but more so by her flattery. It was a wonder, the tender warmth of mortal touch and how he could quite veritably see it drawn across her visage, that living glint stirring a most unnatural want. The vampire’s smile could not in fact have been more genuine when he took her hint, following as if on cue as one arm snaked around her frame and with a turn they joined the dancers, easy steps in such harmonious tandem with the tempo. “—I’m as surprised as you are, you know. I hope I haven’t stolen you from anyone?” he added then, daring to be a little playful, boyish noble that he was and seemingly no older than herself. How was anyone supposed to know neither belonged when they both fit here so seamlessly, another couple among dozens twirling to the lilt of waltzes, her hand resting upon his shoulder and eyes of striking, greying violet staring up into his own. Had he really gone hungry so long as to be thinking of a bite this early?

“Would you tell me your name?”

#shadyinfo #( omg I cry #irina comes crashing half the ballroom parties he goes to #'can you maybe not alert anyone until after I've had my drink.....k thx' #just kidding irina's too slick to alert those fools #also omf sorry for the length of this #no need to match of course! )

[shxpechxngers]

@shadyinfo liked a starter call and got Citrine!

The Reflection didn’t like the city. It was too noisy, with too many conflicting smells and people bumping into her as they all navigated the busy streets with almost no apology. The hood of her black hoodie was drawn up over her head, just a few tendrils of silver hair finding their way out into the light. It took a few wrong turns and a whole lot of cursing, but finally, she found the person she was looking for. 

“Excuse me, but I was told you could help me find some information?” It could never hurt to be polite, even when dealing with well-known criminals. 

#☾*・ﾟᶜᶤᵗʳᶤᶰᵉ ᶤᶰᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ - {ᵃᵐ ᶤ ᵃ ᵐᵒᶰˢᵗᵉʳ ᵒʳ ᶤˢ ᵗʰᶤˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶤᵗ ᵐᵉᵃᶰˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒᶰ?} #I'm sorry it's kinda sucky I haven't written this character since.... 2018?? So it's kinda hard to get a feel for her again #shadyinfo

[barewiings]

💛 (deadass Eirwen took her to a yacht this time) + "I think it's appropriate for today, but feel free to slap me for this if you'd like." Hand cupping Leah's cheek, Eirwen hovered before her face for a moment before closing in for a kiss. "Happy Valentine's Day, Leah."

( valentine’s day prompts; not accepting! )

send me  ‘ 💛 ‘  for our muses to go on an expensive, fancy date

          perhaps she would have been upset if this kiss had come out of the blue ( like, completely out of the blue ), but seeing as how leah and eirwen had been flirting around, literally and figuratively, with each other and ideas of dates and other activities they could do together to spend more time with each other, leah was more pleasantly surprised than anything else to have received a kiss from eirwen. 

         as they pulled away, the giddiness leah was feeling made itself very apparent in the way leah’s eyes had lit up and how big her smile was as she met the other’s gaze. there was a small fit of giggles that caused her to look the other way towards the waters around them instead of at eirwen just so she could take a moment to recompose herself. “you’re such a romantic deep down.” which, perhaps, was unexpected in such a strong character such as eirwen. 

          “happy valentine’s day to you too, eirwen.” and she flashes the other another grin before moving in for a hug, leah letting herself nuzzle against eirwen’s shoulder as she hid part of her face into the other. 

#THIS IS OLD BUT AAAAAAA #eirwen out here treating leah like absolute royalty #i'm here for it #shadyinfo #answered;

[aeipathcy]

“Randel,” Mikel stared at the chessboard mindlessly, playing with the bishop trapped within his fingers. “How have you come to walk as Death itself?” Game long forgotten, the pretender of a demon contemplated his own existence before fixating himself on his companion whose past he had yet to understand.

UNPROMPTED ┊always accepting.

How he ended up being dragged into playing the boardring game was beyond him, but somehow, Randel was sitting across a fancy table with an insanely fragile and expensive-looking checkered glass board with a bunch of equally expensive, intricately carved playing pieces on it. There were pieces that looked like little people, a crown, a couple of horses, a castle or watchtower maybe, and whatever that third piece from the end was... who the fuck knew? And all of them were covered in shimmery gloss and gold finishing as if some artist was paid to make them as obnoxiously showy as possible as if to rub in the owner's riches at being able to even afford this dumb set.

His arm was draped over the back of the luxurious chair and his sword was not attached to his hip for once, leaning nicely against the chair within arm's reach if need be. One leg was lifted to rest the foot on the other. Fingers were tucked under his chin. The white-haired man leaned in to get a closer look of the board as he aggressively thought about his next move. To say his mind was in a rage-filled overdrive would not be an understatement.

All he knew right now was that he was utterly losing this game. The white pieces that once took up two neat rows had dwindled down to occupying only three meager spaces. The black colored pieces were still pristine in formation and numbers almost unharmed—a glance to the side would reveal that the swordsman was only smart enough to eliminate a handful. Supposedly the white pieces had the advantage, but clearly...

Practically staring a hole into the board in front of him, all the poor exorcist found himself able to do was miserably locate his one-turn stalling move to prevent a so-called 'checkmate'. Removing his fingers and reaching out the 'king' piece (god why couldn't he just lop this king's head off?), Randel lifted it from the board, his free hand reaching to grip his hair in frustration as he tried to picture his next move after this one, contemplate how Mikel might move his next piece.

But instead of playing a move, the question thrown in his direction caught his attention. Lifting his chin, his piercing glare settled upon the unperturbed redhead sitting across from him, the fidgeting with the killed off piece absolutely making Randel more enraged.

So... this guy forced him to play this shitty game and now he wanted to learn about him? No fucking way in hell—

❝ I'm gonna... stab you, ❞ he nearly growled, voice low and angry at the current predicament. Whether he was angry at the game or at Mikel for even thinking to ask such an intrusive question was somewhat blurred. Just as if he were to go back to silence again, he rose his voice, ❝ you really think I'm just gonna give you the answer, you dumbass?! You owe me a stab for putting me through this shitty-ass game and wastin' my time! ❞

#profanity cw #* ✭ ❪❪ asks ❫. #shadyinfo #mikel┊ѕнα∂уιиfσ ✭ * #* ✭ ❪❪ randel ↠ in character ❫. #;; ahh Randel and his attempts to not show closeness... he would rather die than show that or reveal anything abt himself #;; you should've known he wouldn't give any good answers lol #;; i find it absolutely hilarious that Randel is awful at chess #;; randel vc: “WHY'D YOU ASK ME TO PLAY THIS SHITTY GAME?? IT SUCKS!” #;; —such a sore loser #;; i love the idea of Mikel forgetting about the game because Randel is taking FOREVER to make his move #;; Randel won't share but I can give a bit of trivia? It wasn't mentioned in his bio so it is lol #;; Randel has never played a game in his life okay #;; cut him some slack #;; kid spent all his time stealing things and making swords to stab people with #;; if not staring at walls to pass the time

[abrasife]

Amidst her seemingly inconsistent visits and the growing number of scratches across her features, Ophelia mustered the courage to knock on his window with a bundle of paper flowers in hand. "Got more room for me in there?" Today, she is fine. She looked well enough to see him, and that ache in her chest couldn't help it— she just had to see him now. Retaining that same reckless grin as she always had, the girl rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. "In all honesty, from the bottom of my heart, cross my heart and hope to die, I missed you."

UNPROMPTED ┊always accepting.

At first, he thought he had been hearing things when the sound of knocking resounded from the window. Really, he thought he might have misheard it, as the girl who so often invited herself into his room through that avenue hardly visited as much as she used to. The boy was so certain he had that he had first cast a glance towards his slightly ajar bedroom door, of which nobody was peeking in through the crack waiting for him to turn his attention. 

Slowly, he pulled himself away from his desk where he was working on yet another commission. Setting aside the paintbrush into the small vessel filled with now murky water, Keith hesitantly made his way to the window, almost as though he was too afraid to confirm his brain was overthinking and that nobody was actually there waiting to be let inside. Though the moment he caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a lock of black hair, he had automatically raced to the window in fear of leaving her waiting too long.

Ophelia was finally back! He could finally see her after so long! 

The realization had made his heart start racing in his chest. As much as he tried to keep himself outwardly calm and casual, it was probably obvious he was beyond happy to get the chance to spend some time with one of the very few people he was still in contact with after high school graduation with the way a smile threatened to tug at his lips. With his usual subtly shaky motions, the redhead had opened the window, keeping a careful eye on her to make sure she wouldn’t slip (even though she constantly reassured him she wouldn’t do that) as she climbed into the safety of his bedroom. 

Her words nearly rendered him speechless, the boy stupefied by her phrasing. Ophelia should know she was welcome here and that there was always a place for her here. In fact, his room and the rest of the house felt emptier without her in it—he had gotten used to her presence far too long ago, and his loneliness showed in the way he’d often glance towards the window in hopes of seeing her or hoping she’d turn up through the front door unexpectedly. It was so bad that Rachael, who would’ve teased him for such behavior, hadn’t bothered to point it out knowing it’d make him feel all the worse about the emptiness he felt. 

Unable to hide the frown, he could only sigh at the greeting, ❝ Did you turn back into the old you who thinks she’s always impos— ❞ His expression turned more sour at her next line. Sure, it was a common phrase used in promises, but this was not one Keith personally liked hearing. In his book, that deserved a good ol’ flick to the forehead, and that was exactly what he did while giving her another dose of reprimanding,  ❝ I would rather you hope to live, stupid. Phrasing like that legitimately scares me, so please don’t. ❞ He had enough of scares of that sort. 

But enough about the unhappy things. She was here, in the flesh, not just a voice over the phone or pixelated words on a text message.

His eyes shifted towards the craft in her hand. Curiously, he couldn’t help but inspect them, wondering if she had made them herself. Paper flowers, huh? He used to be able to make them. Back when he was a kid, he used to make them to decorate the dinning table or gift them to his sisters to cheer them up. With the fonder memories pushing aside the unpleasant mood, the smile that wanted to take root earlier was now able to. With a careful hand, Keith gratefully took the paper flower.

❝ I’m glad to see you too, ❞ he softly added as he ruffled her hair for a moment. Taking a second to glance towards his desk for a proper spot to place the gift, he realized something, ❝ oh! I have something for you! We didn’t meet for the holidays so I’ve been holding onto it. ❞

Placing the flower into his paintbrush holder, Keith then began sifting through his drawers of neatly sorted crafts. He had made this accessory (with assistance, of course) thinking of Ophelia, and since he hadn’t gotten the chance to give to her for the holidays, he had been holding onto it for the next opportunity. Hell, it was a bit embarrassing to admit he had been delving into flower language just to make this more meaningful, but the end product was beyond gorgeous in his opinion. Besides, it was his first time working with delicate sculpting since that old wrist operation, and the hair comb didn’t turn out bad at all—a simply ornate and golden leaf accented comb focused on highlighting the featured daffodils he had managed to sculpt himself. 

Finally locating the gift-wrapped box, the boy took it out of the drawer and held it out to her, ❝ For you, and as always, I hope you like it. ❞

#* ✶ ❪❪ asks ❫. #ophelia┊ѕнα∂уιиfσ ✶ * #shadyinfo #* ✶ ❪ a world set in the time and world of the present┊❛ мσ∂єяи νєяѕє ❜ ❫ #* ✶ ❪ you’re too important to me so don’t leave my side┊❛ кєιтн ✖ σρнєℓια ❜ ❫ #* ✶ ❪❪ in character ❫.

[deceitxingenue-archive]

“ don’t you realize you deserve more than this? ” - Eve

Starters for feels || Accepting, fuck my heart up!

There’s blood on her throat. Purple blue bruises stain delicate flesh as violet eyes drift from the floor to their clasped hands. The vampire’s grip reflexively tightening, a silent plea for the scientist to not leave her alone before she speaks, voice quiet.

“Don’t you realise this is already better than I deserve?”

Finally, she looks up, giving Eve a small smile. “You shouldn’t worry about me so much, you’ll make yourself ill.”

#shadyinfo #The light behind your eyes {In Character} #sorry it's short I'm struggling to get back into the swing of writing

[s-talking]

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

name:  (  min-jun )  envy.

eye color:  tar-black,  unnaturally  shineless,  &  dead.

hair style / color:  tar-black  with  some  white  streaks  on  the  upper-right.  the  overall  colour  seems  to  shine  with  purple-blue  underneath  the  sun.

height:  6′3

clothing style:  black  &  comfy,  typically  oversized  jackets  &  turtlenecks  to  hide  own  scars  as  well  as  the  chiseled  physique.  across  the  broad  chest,  you  can  spot  leather  garter  belts  that  are  used  to  uphold  his  black  butterfly-knife.

best physical feature:  hands.  they  are  very  gracious,  long,  &  feminine,  much  like  those  found  in  famous  paintings.  envy  got  often  complimented  for  them  back  in  NEW  EDEN,  especially  by  those  who  happened  to  play  the  piano.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

your fears:    ❝  . . . . .   ❞    ( syringes,  pills,  restraints..  anything medical. )

your guilty pleasure:    ❝  the  spark  i  see  in  their  eyes...  ❞

your ambitions for the future:    ❝  to  empty  my  little  bingo  book....  ❞

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺.

your first thoughts waking up:    ❝  ...  nothing.  i  like  to  tune  myself  to  sound  instead,  like  the  rain,  the  wind,  or  even  the  sound  my  old  house  makes.   it’s  pacifying....   like  music....   ❞  

what you think about most:    ❝   what  should  my  next  step  be...    ❞

what you think about before bed:    ❝    the  face  of  my.....  interest.   ❞

what you think your best quality is:    ❝  perseverance.   ❞

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹?

single or group dates:  ❝   single.  ❞

to be loved or respected:    ❝  respected.   ❞

beauty or brains:  ❝    the  heart...  ❞

dogs or cats:  ❝   indifferent. ❞

𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼…

lie:   ❝   heheh...  ❞

believe in yourself:    ❝   what  is  there...   to  believe  in... ?  ❞

believe in love:  ❝   ... hm.   ‘  the  journeys  end  in  lovers  meeting.  ‘   ❞

want someone:    ❝  perhaps... ~  ❞

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵…

been on stage:    ❝   theoretically...   killers  always  are...  ❞

done drugs:    ❝    . . . .    ❞   ( as  an  ex-patient  of  the  ‘  NEW  EDEN, ’   envy  was  forced  to  intake  various  &  often  illegal  medications. )

changed who you were to fit in:   ❝    ...  don’t  we  all.. ~ ?  ❞   

𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺.

favorite color:   ❝  black...   i  suppose...  ❞

favorite animal:   ❝   . . . .  ❞

favorite movie:    ❝   i  don’t  watch  much  tv....  ❞

favorite book:    ❝   i  like  many...   but  if i  had  to  pick...   ‘  sonnet 18. ‘   ❞

favorite game:    ❝    the  cat  &  mouse  ♥  ❞

𝑨𝑮𝑬.

day your next birthday will be:   ❝   the  1st  of  may...  ❞

how old will you be:   ❝   .... twenty.. ───   i think?  ❞

age you lost your virginity:    ❝   . . . .   ❞

𝑰𝑵 𝑨 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵.

best personality:  ❝   challenging  &  playful.... ❞   he  scoffs  with  a  wicked  smile,  ❞    &  preferably  wise  enough  to  survive.  ❞

best eye color:    ❝   ah...   all  i  really  care  about  is  their  shine...  ❞

best hair color:    ❝   . . . .  ❞   ( deep  auburn. )

best thing to do with a partner:   ❝   anything,  everything...  so  long  we  are  together.  ❞ 

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬.

i love:   ❝    the  freedom...   ❞

i feel:    ❝   ... cold...  ❞

i hide:   ❝   heheh....  ❞

i miss:   ❝   .... the  warmth  i  felt...  when  we  first  kissed....  ❞

i wish:    ❝   to  feel  whole  again.....  ❞

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#since envy doesn't talk much #i had to by-pass that rule just this once or else there would be no meme lmao #headcanon ( envy )

[etlascivus]

@shadyinfo | ✖✖✖

     ❛  what is LOVE to you ? tell me , and if i deem it worthwhile , i’ll offer a reward for the tenacity of your heart .  ❜

#shadyinfo #▌* ☾「 ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ: asmodeus ; the devil’s true countenance 」▌

[asocier]

"You look like you need some cheering up." Eirwen cleared her throat, leaning against her car. She took a glance at the window, leaning in closely to her phone as she patiently waited for Leah's answer. "Join me for a midnight drive, will ya? 'Heard that the beach was free."

          the word “beach” alone seemed to have already lifted leah’s fallen spirits. eirwn’s unexpected invitation piqued leah’s curiosity, and for a moment, she’s taken aback by it. she half-expects there to be some kind of catch, actually, something more than just a drive, but with eirwen’s attention simply elsewhere as she waits for leah’s reply, leah couldn’t immediately pick up on a potential ulterior motive for taking her out. perhaps there would be a surprise later on, perhaps there wouldn’t be. when it came to eirwen, leah was always on her toes, but regardless -- a midnight drive seemed refreshing. 

          “yeah. sure. that sounds great.” and a genuine smile graces her expression, one that countered how sullen she seemed to have been earlier. “if i fall asleep in the car though, you better not take dumb photos of me. i know i sleep with my mouth open sometimes.” she laughs then, another good sign that her mood was improving. 

#shadyinfo #answered; #eirwen is so good to her weEPs