#eldon asks

Send ∩ to my inbox and I’ll use this website to generate a snapchat from my muse to yours

Send ∩ to my inbox and I’ll use this website to generate a snapchat from my muse to yours

⋆ Detailed Headcanon Prompter! ⋆

❋ } belief they have

            Eldon believes that the world has a personal vendetta against             his family, because he is a shitty person. He thinks that due to             being terrible to his parents as a youth,  they  were  killed,  that             because he wasn’t there for his brothers, they were killed, that             because he was reclusive and  cold  to his only living relatives,             everything bad is  happening  to  him now.  But  he  refuses  to             change because he hates them that much.

✬ } something minor they enjoy

            He enjoys taking care of birds.  It’s  a rather pleasant pastime            for him, because birds  don’t  try  and  bring him down or try to            chat about frivolous bullshit. Also, birds can’t judge him for all            the fucked up shit he does.

✮ } a moral standard

            It is against Eldon’s morals to hurt a child.  He will never, ever,             ever try to hurt anyone  under  the  age of thirteen. He will likely             react violently towards people who  would hurt kids in that age            group,  also.  Like,   nowadays,   he’d  probably  stab  them  or             something. He’s fucked up.

✰ } weird thing they want to try or have tried

send me a ✄ for my character's reaction to yours walking in on them in the middle of killing someone.

       Eldon had no idea he could manage this. Really, he didn't. He'd always thought that, should he be faced with the option of either being apprehended or fighting his way out, he'd have just folded and stretched his wrists to accept cold metal against old scars. He'd have gone away quietly, and he'd have paid the price for what he did to Dr. Lussac. What he did to that girl on his lab table a month ago. What he did with Dr. Lecter. Everything.

       So, really, he was surprised that when the burly cop had shown up and politely asked him if he was Dr. Pheyst, he didn't give himself up. He was surprised that he reacted violently. He was surprised that he got his hands on the officer's gun. He was surprised that he managed to drag him all the way back to his lab, leaving a streak of blood trailing from the back door to his feet. He was surprised that, amidst the squawking of birds and the humming of his equipment, he had found peace and quiet enough to gather his thoughts and allow himself to get to work erasing.

       Eldon was straddling the cop's splayed legs, cautiously propping his lolled head up against the wall to keep him from sliding over. The ecologist required him in a certain position if this was going to go smoothly. "Shhhh.. shhh." His fingers pressed over the man's mouth when he tried to speak. "If anyone else knows you're here, they'll just shoot you."

       He'd, of course, shot the cop a few times already. But only in the legs, just so he couldn't run away. And even after that, he'd had to get rid of them to make him compliant. Too many "go to hell's" and "i'll make sure you rot in prison's" had turned Eldon's temper sour enough to force silence, and now the cop's legs were gone below the knees, roughened bloody stumps that spread copper-smelling blood across the tile. Graham, his macaw, changed perches to get closer and inspect the damage.

       His other birds continued to rattle and squawk as they beat their wings against the bars of their cages, but Eldon didn't hear them. He heard blissful silence. "You ever seen the show Breaking Bad?" He raised an eyebrow at the cop, pinching his face harshly to keep him awake. "It's very... very old, but someone your age was bound to have at least heard of it."

       Spidery fingers ran down the man's ashen cheek, and smeared parallel lines of crimson against his flesh. "There's this one particular scene, where Jesse and Walter have two dead bodies that they have to get rid of without getting caught." He reached his gloved hand over to a nearby bin, and pulled it over to his side. The sloshing of the liquid inside masked the sound of his door opening behind him. "And the only way they can do it is with hydrofluoric acid. You know, dissolve it." He popped open the lid, and lifted the man's limp arm. For a moment, he held it suspended over the vat of Kaiju blue, and he watched the fear light up in his bloodshot eyes. It was fascinating.

       "Unfortunately, I don't have hydrofluoric acid on hand." He began to loosen his grip. "All I've got--" He released the man's arm. "--is this."

       The cop was too weak from blood loss to try and pull his arm out, but he screamed like he desperately wanted to, as the acidic blood began to eat away at his flesh and bone. Eldon watched him for a few minutes before he turned around to check for the other container, and only then did he notice Newton.

send me a ✄ for my character's reaction to yours walking in on them in the middle of killing someone.

       To say Eldon is out of his mind is an understatement. Eldon, brilliant and arrogant and bitter to his very marrow, was as far out of his mind as one could be without turning their brain into gelatin. His breath was ragged in his throat as he stood over the woman's corpse, feeling her feeble hands twist into the fabric of his pant leg in a desperate attempt at rising. She could not see where she was--her eyes were bloody, vacant holes in her head, and what had once occupied them was now floating in a jar of formaldehyde on the nearby table.

       He heard Hannibal enter before he saw her. He heard the metallic clicking of her shoes, felt her presence prickle the hair on the back of his neck and he swallowed with difficulty as the scalpel in his hand suddenly felt much, much heavier. "This isn't--" He trembled, as he knelt down and began to pry the woman's fingers from his pant leg. When she wouldn't let go, he pressed the scalpel to her skin and sliced off one of her fingers. She screamed like a stuck pig. "--wh-what it looks like. She fell off the table, and I was--I was just--"

       Eldon picked up the finger and put it in a small tray, which also sported an ear, several bloody pieces of jewelry, and a spleen. The woman on the floor was holding her organs in now with her uninjured hand, as she wailed and slurred nonsense in what sounded roughly similar to English. "I was trying to m-make her behave." He took hold of her arm and then drew the girl upright, watching as she lost hold of her organs and they sagged out of the incision in her abdomen. His nose wrinkled in disgust before he pushed her back onto the table.

       Only now did he dare face Hannibal. His eyes were wide and his hands were soaked with blood up to the elbows as he offered her a weak, twitchy smile. "She promised me she would behave. She didn't. So I--I had to punish her." He reached his hand back and drove the blade into the girl's throat as she tried to cry out again. With a backing track of gargling blood and the panicked sputters of death, he spread his hands and let her see. All the blood, all the viscera clinging to his clothes and hands. He let her see just what the cost of progress was.

The Princess Diaries 2: The Royal Engagment Sentence Meme

send one for my muse's reaction.

                                { ≈ Well then. This was a fine introduction to Kaiju Remedies. ≈ }

——  {{         " Yeah,  uh—you  probably could  do                          that. Since you're not the one who                          is  handicapped.  But  I'd  prefer  if                           you maybe didn't? ——————— "

                                      [ he stared down at Newt, and his eyebrows furrowed. ]

Send me a ➳ and I will generate a number from 1-300 (yes, 300!) for what my muse will say to yours.