#✗. INQUIRIES ⁽ ʷᶦᶰᵈ ᶜᵃʳʳᶦᵉᵈ ʷʰᶦˢᵖᵉʳˢ ⁾

[faminemade]

How many people have you eaten?

                 “You know, it’s not great etiquette to ask a man about his diet like that. I don’t really count- I’ve been alive a long time, and used to eat a lot more than I do now early on. Probably several hundred by now?”

[anhaima]

Σ(゜д゜;) : Is your muse easily scared?

Send me a face for a headcanon about my muse!

Not really, which is a good thing. Though hard to scare or startle, he tends to react....... violently when spooked, and will whack who or whatever has decided to scare him.

[ignix-blog]

quench

violent sentence startersquench: my muse forces way too much liquid down your muse’s throat

                        “Come on. Drink drink drink!” Despite the obvious care in her words, Road’s actions reflect nothing of the sort. She cares not for the way the young woman gags, nor for the blood drawn from roughly forcing the glass’ rim based pinched lips. It may as well be an attempt at drowning her poor latest captive, most of the water splashing messily down her chin to soak the frilly dress the Noah had oh so lovingly picked out for her. 

                        Sitting back heavily on Ranmao’s lap, she visibly pouts, eerie narrow pupils fixated on the other girl’s face. “You can’t get dehydrated, you know? Nobody wants a doll with shriveled, dry skin.”

[anhaima]

greg what's ur FAVOURITE way to tell somebody to get fucked

                   “Usually I just tell them to get bent, but I’m also partial to eat shit and die.”

[anhaima]

“ How do you feel about my brother, Edward? “

Ask my character “How do you feel about ______?” Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they’ll have to answer honestly.

                    “He’s a good man.” It’s a simple answer, but one full of sincerity, stated as simply as one would the weather. “ Maybe too good. It could very well be his undoing-- No place in this world for the morally just, after all. ” He pauses then, considering his words. “ I’m rooting for him, though. ”

[anhaima]

“ stop crying. ” ( hello, hello ♡! )

                         It’s just two little words, but they make Violet nearly jump from his skin. Skeletal hands raise hastily to wipe the evidence of his slip-up clean, though they only succeed in making an outright mess; The ‘paints’ he so proudly wears just under his eyes fare all too poorly when wet, opaque charcoal streaks marring the artist’s face. Perfect.

                        “I’m-” Not? He’s a touch too far gone for that excuse, but by god did he want to try. Lips curl in a sneer down at the gray stains on his hands, bunching them in his sleeves to better scrub at his cheeks, head ducked all the while in attempts to block any view of just how disheveled he is.

                        “...Sorry.”

[anhaima]

❝ Oh, would you look at the time!! ❞ Gestures to the clock pointing to a taped note reading 'PAY ATTENTION TO ME' 😇

                  It’s several long, long moments before Gregory actually deigns to acknowledge what he’s said, a groggy gaze lifting from the book he’d been reading to the prince, then the clock he’s so insistently gesturing to. The artist seems to consider it for a moment, before almost shrugging and raising his straw to his lips.

                 “Hm, weird. Suddenly, I don’t know how to read.”

[anhaima]

"There’s no need to stay locked up inside. "

                    Need? No. But the desire is strong, four walls and a roof to box him in bringing far more comfort than it should even if he still finds himself gazing out the window more often than not. Skeletal fingers curl into the edges of the blanket he’s claimed in lieu of a cloak this evening, pulling it tighter around himself with an intelligible grumble.

                   “No need to go outside, either.”

[anhaima]

She’s only a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend.

                  Dual-toned eyes fall into a familiar squint, the expression far from unusual when speaking with the shorter reaper. His tired gaze never leaves the small book in front of him, gloved fingers careful as can be as he flips to the next page. To be painfully honest, he’d stopped listening long ago, brain only snapping back to attention when the words didn’t quite add up.

                 “Hold on,” he begins, eyes finally lifting with a subtle quirk of the brow. “You have friends?”

[ignix-blog]

takes her hands since she's so smol and makes her do a dance o3o [ ron has a death wish ]

                     What’s this? You want a puppet? You want a doll? After indulging him for a few moments, she abruptly transforms, hanging limb in his hold.

                    “I didn’t think you were the type to play with toys!” She sounds delighted.

[faminemade]

Anyone in particular you’re interested in meeting or getting to know?

                   “That’s a long, long list pal. Not many people i nthis town I don’t want to get to know in one way or another. Though, I suppose getting to know my fellow man eaters would be pretty cool.”

[faminemade]

How’d you enjoy being with your powers, and how are you feeling now that they’re back?

                    “How’d I like not havin’ ‘em? It was fucking weird. Not being cold for once was a plus, but other than that I didn’t care for it much. Felt too exposed- Forgot how shit my hearing used to be. Glad to be back to normal, you know?”

[faminemade]

you're hard to get hands on. planning on coming out to play any time soon?

              “Depends on who’s askin’. I’m a pretty busy man- But don’t worry, you’ll be seeing a lot more of me around town real soon.”

[anhaima]

(((( ；ﾟДﾟ)))

(((( ；ﾟДﾟ))):  What is your muse terrified of?

After everything he’s dealt with, the undead certainly frighten him- Derrick and ‘Lord Sirius’ most of all. More than anything, though, lately he finds himself scared of himself, and what he’s capable doing/aiding in.

[anhaima]

there is one brain cell between us, and it's not in your head

                “Now that’s an accurate assessment. God knows I’m not one for my wise decisions.”

[ignix-blog]

hewwo. . .. it me. ...

              H-HEWWO???