#arakawasqueen

cell phone headcanons

send me ”#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:                             - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

Unnamed [Literally, not 'unnamed contact' just, 'unnamed']                             - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

[A picture of Sister lying defeated on the ground]

                             - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

[Dogs barking]                             - my muse’s last text to your muse

❝Why, of course they are. It’s only natural for a underdeveloped shrimp like you to have such small feet.❞ She laughs.

She can feel the staring, and it’s just slightly familiar. She turns around and then it makes suddenly so much sense as to why it  felt that way.❝Oh my, it’s you again. What are you doing here,  besides looking at me like a creep…?❞ But her voice is playful, amused even.           ❝If you want something, just spit it out like a good boy. ❞

For sure the girl was a little bit slow. He has been there staring for a good couple of minutes before she decided to turn around and face him Envy couldn´t help a chuckle. He was starting to get used to the 'different' humor of the girl with pink hair, smiling at her, answering her amused grin. - "Oh well, sorry for look at you as a creep. I guess that´s what I am"

;oGM NO BUT THAT’s so oddly nice like wtf

Send me [✿] for my character giving yours flowers.

“I can’t believe you want to see this place.”

No, he understood— after what felt like ages of talking, he finally got answers out of her, finally figured out why she was here and, out of boredom and the slight chance that this could benefit him, agreed to show her their biggest horrors. Give her her own little tour of hell on earth.

But he’d shown her all he could. Now she demanded to see the labs below, the heart of everything happening here. The source. And that was one place he refused to return to; he’d rather face Gluskin a hundred times than risk disturbing Billy and what would undoubtedly come after. But she insisted, even if it meant going alone. 

The were crossing the courtyard, on their way to an open window that would allow them back into the building.

“You know, even I think you have enough information at this point. Not that I care about your life but while I have a way for you to get down, I don’t know if you’ll come back up. Don’t you want to live?” Eyes scanning the ground he saw something sticking up from the dirt and on a whim, stopped to pluck it from where it stood.

;omG WHAT DID HE DO TO POOR SISTER im cry

Put a "◊" in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.

[If Sister avoids you for the rest of the day with his head turned down, it's because of me. You're welcome.