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

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𝟑-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒:

black ( hex: #000000 )

silver ( hex: #CCCCCC )

white ( hex: #FFFFFF )

red ( hex: #6B0909 )

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

the wild poppies. a subtle, sweet, & slightly earthy fragrance which is both delicate yet distinctive, much like a holy incense. envy's natural scent is completely masked by it, always.

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𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍:

( main verse // main ): a skin-tight turtleneck with biker boots, leather suspenders, ripped jeans, two belts & an oversized jacket that covers up majority of his tall, svelte body, making it seem much more meek than it actually is. the entire outfit is pitch black & outdated, purposely picked for easy mobility, weapon concealment & not drawing too much attention.

( main verse // casual ): a cotton sweater, leather belt, suit trousers & oxford shoes. once again, all black.

( new eden verse ): a strong jacket with terribly long sleeves & plain pants, with all too many leather belts for maximum restraining. the sleeves contain silver hoops that can allow chaining to the wall when necessary. in sharp contrast to his actual outfits, this one is entirely white.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒:

a sterling butterfly-knife.

a red rosary.

an old notebook, its pages yellowed by time.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄:

the slow, nonchalant movements. he moves with a striking resemblence to a prowling hound, naturally graceful, commanding, & predatory. it can be difficult to hear him approach if not looking.

intense eye-contact. once his gaze locks with your own, the full weight of those unholy tar-black eyes will be felt & the longer they stare, the deeper, the hungrier their abyss gets. so very cold, so very deprived... for yours.

knife tricks. when teasing or merely lost in thought, the little killer will play around with his sterling butterfly-knife, proficiently twisting its twin blades between his palm & long fingers. he is able to easily slash a throat while at it.

envy smiles quite often, yet that smile never reaches his cold, dead eyes.

due to being a very tall man ( 6'3 ), he tends to preen over others in a rather condescending way, if not intimidating.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:

a dark hanok standing alone in the poppy field. the wind blowing through the red rustling buds, stretching shadows across its vine-covered walls & old windows that are sunk in perpetual gloom, revealing nothing inside. just darkness.

a love letter hidden under twisting roots of a great maple tree. the first traces of snow covering the vast sanatorium garden in a white veil, yet never the vibrant leaves. their secret buried. untold.

white walls. white polished floors. white windows, tables & chairs. white clocks. white butterflies with white pins. white notes, pencils & pills. white. white. white. just white. all white. white... oh... so terribly white...

a monochrome sea illuminated by the static sun. it glitches as the waves below slowly loop, undulating, beguiling to step closer, & sink.

an open notebook. a mass of rough, aggressive scribbles etched into the yellowed pages, both torn & scratched, so deeply bruised from black ink. a face of an old smiling woman. her eyes are missing. a single red petal resting over the next page, just beneath a myriad of dismantled words, both frantic & delirious; ' i want to feel again. '

tagged by: @chronicparagon ( thank you! ♡ ) tagging: @spectralhunter || @chronicparagon || @truethes & @dangaer || @diverse-hearts & @diverse-hearts-ocs & @ever-winter || @umbralrosa || @spookyooky || @yuichiroswife || @neglectedbond || @awesomeuchuu || @clarafell || @tigermcth || @ifrjinn || @ghoulxn || @hopeharmed || @wolfvirago || @sansloii || @qucintly || @whispers-in-daydreams || @temerariious || @deciessomnia || @caelmewedd || @fallesto || @dancinghearts || @hhemeraa || @d-ensetsu || @b-erserk || @kllsworn || @phantasmaw || @s-erpentes

#// this was actually very fun ~ ! #thank you again for tagging me into this cher ♡ #now its time to get back to role-play #will be posting some memes too while at it #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }} #headcanon ( envy )

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 / 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒.

Did they believe in Santa?: while many koreans celebrate christmas & do believe in  santa haraboji ( santa claus )  as a symbol of the holiday season, it is still not celebrated as widely or with as much emphasis on religion  as it is many western countries. in min-jun's case in particular, coming from a taoist background, he does know of santa haraboji but never delved too deeply into the whole matter, viewing santa haraboji as nothing more than a fictional figure meant to spread festive joy. as a little boy, he & his parents still participated in some  cultural traditions  associated with the holiday by sharing gifts or hanging wreaths made of  evergreen branches on the windows of their home. 

Were they a dinosaur or rock kid?: neither. min-jun used to love looking at the sky while laying within a field of poppies, getting lost in the sound of the wind that strangely sounded like the ocean waves...

Bugs or slimy critters?: bugs. when he was incarcerated in new eden, envy ( after killing mary & forsaking his birth name ) was eventually locked up in a coffin-sized metal box & forced to stay cramped up for many, many agonizing months. at some point, when he was thrown back into the cell after a cold shower, he saw a little butterfly land on his knee. the butterfly was a ' spicebush swallowtail, ' & must have accidentally flown inside when the metal door was opened. needless to say, envy admired the creature in silence, watching it flutter about with its majestic wings until one day, it finally died right on top of his chest. envy was left all alone to his own thoughts... staring at the dead butterfly with his cold, empty eyes, realizing just how fleeting life truly is. as such, by the time he finally got out, his perspective on humanity took a sharp turn, viewing other people as butterflies that can be easily crushed or whisked away by time, no matter who or what they are.

Do they fidget? How?: min-jun doesn't fidget. in fact, he often stays way too still, looking like a pale mannequin with a pretty face. completely, utterly, motionless. the only exception to such eerie rule is if he suddenly feels any form of emotion, at long last, showing signs of life like drumming fingers 'pon the table or their violent convulsions, just wishing to take hold of their current interest.

What were they frequently in trouble for as a child?: not at all. min-jun was exceptionally well-behaved as a child, always following rules & tasks without a question even if he didn't feel like particularly doing something at the time. perhaps the closest thing he ever did to misbehaving, was refusing to communicate via sign language back to his parents ( since he was a semi-mute & still is, but got somewhat better over the years ).

What underwear do they like?: black low rise boxer briefs.

Designs on clothing or no?: not really, unless it's something his potential love interest actually prefers.

Birthmarks?: none.

Do they have good self control?: when in his usual state of apathy, that's a definite hard yes, however, if he suddenly feels emotions flowing in... that's a different story. envy will go from a 0 to a 100 faster than you can blink.

Favorite franchise?: he's secretly a huge sucker for maneki-neko figurines.

Do they re-enact scenarios in the shower?: envy generally tends to think more than he speaks, so he will usually get lost in thought when taking a shower. on the other hand, if he has a love interest & decides to take a bath at his very own home, the walls will be entirely covered with their pictures, letting envy focus on them while relaxing.

Do they tell the waiter that their order is wrong?: yes, & his dead gaze is usually enough to get a hint.

Stairs or elevator?: stairs. envy prefers to keep fit, unless he is actively stalking someone. in that case, he will pick the elevator to make sure they are trapped alone with him.

Are they an exaggerator when telling stories?: not at all. he actually tells you way less & speaks very slowly, dragging out his words or trailing off like every 0.2 seconds, seeing how he struggles to communicate due to selective mutism. admittedly, he has gotten better over the years, seeing how he used to be completely silent & communicated via hand signs for most part. still, he's a horrible story teller & you'd be lucky to get him to talk that much.

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

#// i think memes like this are my most favourite #as they let me mention things that i don't often write #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }} #headcanon ( envy )

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        𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. @chronicparagon

#( muns art ) #as promised.. #a little gift based off the reply you gave me before the hiatus #i loved it so much i had to draw it out during my break #your writing just smites me. #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }} #🔪 ❝ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵒᶰˡʸ ʸᵒᵘ & ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵈᵃʸ ᶤ ᶰᵉᵉᵈ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂 𝔁 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓷𝔂’ }}

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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 ’ }}

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// better late than never ! ♡

#// he won't take the winning applications and stash them for later or anything - don't worry. #envy is a very respectful and thoughtful man #he will just be sure to memorize the applicants instead ♡ #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

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// open.

𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄  since  envy  heard  his  vintage  doorbell  ring,  being  so  old  &  terribly  weary,  &  still  somewhat  managing  to  deliver  those  last   dying   noises  in  the  middle  of  the  night  almost  as  if  determined  to  wake  even  the  dead  ( ──  much  to  his  surprise  &   dismay ).  after  all,  on  most  idle  days  ‘twas  usually  just  some  neighborhood  kids  looking  for  a  ‘ spooky ’  adventure,  or  perhaps  that  one  mailman  who  stubbornly  came  to  deliver  letters  but,  never  at  this  hour.  the  children  at  best  were  far  too  frightened  for  such  midnight  dares...

         so,  who  else  could  it  possibly  be... ?

the  police  didn’t  know  of  his  whereabouts  nor  did  the  new eden sanatorium,  &  the  only   friends   which  he  ever  had  were  all  busy  resting  deep  inside  the  earth  in  his  very  own  little  back-garden;  leaving  only  the  mind  to  wonder. 

alas,  taking  his  sweet  time  to  sit  up  in  bed,  the  little  killer  stares  blankly  at  the  long  row  of  newspaper  covered  windows  &   slowly,  with  the  creak  of  iron  wires,  gets  up  to  leave  the  darkness  of  the  bedroom.  the  house  is  terribly  silent.  so  silent  that  each   &   every  step  sounds  almost  like  a   beat  of  the   drum  down  the  rotten  stairway,  occasionally  muffled  by  the  strangers  voice  &   downpour  of  midnight  rain.  envy,  himself,  however,   never   answers.  he  merely  approaches  the  front  entrance  &   without  as  much  as  checking  who  the  late  night  visitor  may  be,  finally  opens  the  door. ❝ . . .. . ❞

#// open starter ~ #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

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// open.

𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐒 & 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃. envy should have returned home for shelter, but the inevitable side-effects of alcohol coursing through his veins have muddled his sharp thinking, rendering most senses dull & foggy. so much so, the young serial killer approaches a nearby window of someone else's apartment, & just like that ── in a most nonchalant manner ── elbows the lustrous pane where the glass instantly shatters, falling into a million glistening pieces with a loud, echoing crash.

envy feels the same little shards biting into his pale flesh like teeth, but he ignores the pain, quickly propping himself up through the cavity where the window once was in order to land on the other side, his heavy black boots slamming onto the floorboards most carelessly. if anyone was sleeping, they'd be surely awake now. well, not that he cares, ever so slowly moving over to the nearby bed & casually laying down, lighting up a cigarette right next to the unfortunate owner. ❝ . . . . . ❞

#// open starter ~ #now that i've finished all the drinking asks here's 1 drunk serial killer chilling in the comfort of your own home ♡ #this will be most likely a crack thread ( since he's completely out of his mind ) but we - shall - see. lmao #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

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⌘ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄  since  envy  heard  his  vintage  doorbell  ring,  being  so  old  &  terribly  weary,  &  still  somewhat  managing  to  deliver  those  last   dying   noises  in  the  middle  of  the  night  almost  as  if  determined  to  wake  even  the  dead  ( ──  much  to  his  surprise  &   dismay ).  after  all,  on  most  idle  days  ‘twas  usually  just  some  neighbourhood  kids  looking  for  a ‘ spooky ’ adventure,  or  perhaps  that  one  mailman  who  stubbornly  came  to  deliver  letters  but,  never  at  this  hour.  the  children  at  best  were  far  too  frightened  for  such  midnight  dares...

         so,  who  else  could  it  possibly  be... ?

the  police  didn’t  know  of  his  whereabouts  nor  did  the  new eden sanatorium,  &  the  only   friends   which  he  ever  had  were  all  busy  resting  deep  inside  the  earth  in  his  very  own  little  back-garden, leaving  only  the  mind  to  wonder. 

alas,  taking  his  sweet  time  to  sit  up  in  bed,  the  little  killer  stares  blankly  at  the  long  row  of  newspaper  covered  windows  &   slowly,  with  the  creak  of  iron  wires,  gets  up  to  leave  the  darkness  of  the  bedroom.  the  house  is  terribly  silent.  so  silent  that  each   &   every  step  sounds  almost  like  a   beat  of  the   drum  down  the  rotten  stairway,  occasionally  muffled  by  the  strangers  voice  &   downpour  of  midnight  rain.  envy  himself,  however,   never   answers.  he  merely  approaches  the  front  entrance  &   without  as  much  as  checking  who  the  late  night  visitor  may  be,  finally  opens  the  door. ❝ . . .. . ❞

#// open to anyone who would like to start a thing 3.0! #annnnd that's it for now lmao #i'm not bothered to comb through my blog for more opens #now i'll be getting to replies ~ #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }} #( open starter )

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⌘ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒.     the  clanking  of  wheels  on  tracks.  the  comfort  of  knowing   you’re  heading  somewhere  without  walking  as  the  mind  begins  to  wonder,   &   thirty  minutes  later,  you  don’t  remember  what  stations  had  passed...  or  that  there’s  someone  standing  right  behind  you.  a  tall,  dark-haired  man,  ever  so  nonchalantly  pouring  ether  into  a  cloth.

whether  or  not  the  consciousness  finally  kicks  in,  it’s  simply  too  late.  the  cloth  is  firmly  pressed  against  the  nose   &   mouth,  just  as  he  shoves  the  poor  victim  straight  into  a  corner  with  his  stalwart  body.   an  arm  wrapped  tight  around  their  waist,  making  sure  there’s  no  chance  at  freedom.     ❝     shhh.....     ❞

#// for anyone who would like to start a thing 2.0 ! #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }} #( open starter )

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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@pluviacuratio || cont.

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

the lack of reflection.

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

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

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

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

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

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@tigermcth: ⠀⠀ the stranger’s near immediate recovery produces a cold shudder to spread rapidly throughout his body, and the desperate attempt to escape proved futile. &&. it was only when he caught sight of an encroaching hand that his head jerks back against textured wood with a thud. jeoh grits his teeth as he feels nails, unnaturally sharp, drag across the flushed skin of his cheeks, leaving raised lines that exuded ichor. he’s only given a moment of relief when his lips & jaw are inspected, the razor-sharp sensation only returning when they dig into his neck. ⠀⠀ ❝ tsk!! ❞ he wriggles, body finally showing some resistance, but not enough that could compete with the inhuman strength & speed of the opposing. ❝ let me go, ❞ parted lips rasped, mortified as his frame is constricted by lithe appearing arms, the prominent popping sound of the bones igniting more adrenaline that still wasn’t doing shit-all to assist overpowering the other’s grip. ❝ you goddamn bastar—ah ! ❞ teeth break through the skin & muscles of jeoh’s neck, the rest of him contracting as the stranger took whatever he wanted which jeoh presumed was his life.

⠀⠀ being flushed against this stranger the scent of poppies tickle at the sensory hairs in his nose, allowing a spurt of serotonin to fire off in his brain, aiding him to relax against the strain which alleviated some of the pain. from there, his mind submerge itself into the same acceptance he often resulted in similar moments of helplessness. often, his survival superseded his pride, because it was always control they wanted. submitting, or at least giving the impression he was,was what usually kept him breathing. defining whether this was just that or true acceptance couldn’t be distinguished, not even in his own mind where thoughts slowed & muddled together. ⠀⠀ with cheek flush against the pale neck of his assailant, a whine crawls out from the back of his throat, sounding more like a plea than a reaction to pain. ❝ oppa— please~ ❞ eyelids, which now felt as though anchors were attached to them, fall closed as he faints.

𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏, 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 & 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 seduces the young serial killer, charming him, beguiling him to keep on going despite the ensuing struggle, the warmth of jeoh's blood pouring down his wicked tongue like sun-kissed nectar, ❝ mnnhhh..... ❞ & it's delicious. so much so, the long fangs sink even deeper, tearing into the boy's yielding flesh with sheer ease before hooking in.

       it'd be just so easy to rip him apart.

to make him scream & writhe between his clenching teeth, but that miserable plea.... it catches envy off-guard. he slowly withdraws his fangs from the bleeding punctures, lapping at them once more with a sleek tongue before pulling back just enough to stare at that doll-like face. my, poor thing, he thinks; i should have just ripped his throat out instead....

becoming somewhat disappointed by own choice of action, the young serial killer smiles without any real emotion behind those cold dead eyes, glistening blood trickling from his elegant chin & jaw in thick droplets. ❝ ..... ... ❞ such a pity, indeed. envy always liked to see them suffer before dying. oh well. suddenly lifting jeoh off the ground, envy fixes his unconscious body over own broad shoulder & most nonchalantly turns back towards the spade left behind; a physical manifestation of things done & things still waiting to be done, their list seemingly ever-growing much like own impatience at this point.

ah, what he wouldn't do for a smoke right now. still, not wishing to keep grandmother waiting, the young serial killer steps back into the cold rain & its pelleting bullets, yanking the spade out with one quick pull before returning to the path leading home, the dark house illuminated by flashes of thunder.

by the time joah wakes again, he'll find himself blindfolded & bound by ropes around his wrists & feet, his body on top of what feels like wooden planks. a musty scent of dust pilfering the stagnant air, accompanied by the hushed pitter-patter of rain & a heavy sense of grim reality slowly settling in...

#// ayyy hello! #so sorry for the long wait. #i'm only starting to reply to actual threads now #and alkgjakg--- #i'm so sorry for jeoh's neck too #at least he gets to breathe still ~ ! #envy tends to get quite mean when in pain. #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }} #tw: abuse #tw: blood

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@hopeharmed || cont.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑, & after few more seconds the cold wind blows again. his dark silhouette completely still within the image of rot & decay which sways around them like the billows of the deep sea. all hushed. all consuming. his plastic smile most eerily frozen in time. it is only when the gust of wind finally dies that his lips part again & speak, muttering in that low, sultry voice, albeit much more audibly now, ❝ a shame... indeed. ❞

where as most men would have already made a move, whether to approach or simply wave her off, the little killer of mississippi still doesn't budge. he just stares & smiles, the unblinking black eyes set dead straight on her, looking like a pair of holes carved into the white mask that is his face. ❝ . . . . . . ❞ & the lack of further words only makes their meeting all the stranger, nigh, discomforting.

#// ayo! sorry for lateness! #i was away for a bit and i'm catching up now ~ #also.. thank you kindly for the compliment! #i adore your writing too ♥ #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

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⌘ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒,   the  swaying  tops  of  overgrown  grass  &   long  decayed  white  rose  bushes;  it’s  a  garden  without  love,  now  merely  a  tomb  of  grisly  memories  long  forgotten.  he  stands  alone  in  its  shadow.  he  who  turns  &  ever  so  slowly  glances  at  the  other,  letting  the  cool  blow  of  autumn  wind  brush  through  his  unruly  hair  &   dark  clothing,  looking  just  like  a    g h o s t   standing  still.    ❝   how  audacious….   ❞   he  mutters,  the  voice  barely  audible  against  the  rustle  of  dead  leaves  above,    ❝   i  almost  mistook  you  for  someone  else…   ❞

the  pitch  black  eyes  lower  their  empty  gaze,  only  to  trail  back  up  &   once  more  land  ‘pon  those  shimmering  eyes,  having  so  impudently  assessed   them  just  now.    ❝   but  then  again,  i  suppose  our  little  garden  isn’t  exactly  closed  off..   ❞   he  smiles,  yet  only  the  corners  of  his  lips  seem  to  react;  the  rest  of  his  pale  face  completely   voided  of  emotion.    ❝   what  do  you  want… ?   ❞

#// open to everyone who would like to start a thing! #i'm refreshing my starter tags before getting to replies. ~ #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }} #( open starter )