heavy metal heart

househusband by day, assassin by night. (written by kayleigh.)

[lightperks-archive-blog]

"airline food is better than attitude."

[elfology]

    "should we fight right now."

[loraticus-deactivated20150206]

     ”Some old balding man. Didn’t catch the name, it was a job for work, so he wasn’t exactly… Important.”

         She folds her arms over her chest and tugs at her collar, trying to get a better look at the stain. Guess she’s going to have to let her cat shred this one for her, like the shirt she accidentally dyed pink in the laundry machine.

     ”What about you, then? And don’t try’n play innocent about your spoils, I can smell the shit on your shirt. Enhanced senses.”

[elfology]

    "oh, okay. if that's how you wanna be."

    his smile is still sweet as candy, but there's something methodical in his silvery-blue gaze. he pulls out a stolen wallet and extracts some dollar bills and credit cards, fanning them all out and laughing. this one's good at his job.

    "some rich guy in some crime ring i've been tailing for weeks. i'm gonna make a lot of money this week, if you wanted to know." and now his grin turns toothy, cheeks so pink you'd think he just won the powerball.

[lightperks-archive-blog]

"—the answer is fettuccine afraido."

[elfology]

    "the airline food joke is better than that."

[animalair-blog]

      his face does something now— contorts ever so slightly from his usual stoic disposition. a tongue wets dry lips before they curl into a sort of grin.       as hungry as he is, sterling still is a bit iffy on the whole “eating people” deal. he’s not human, so it isn’t technically cannibalism, but there’s something about chomping down on arm that goes against everything he learned in his mascot hugging, children show starring days.       still, it’s nature’s call, he supposes. it’s only then that sterling reaches out (more like bends down, really) and pulls ivy into a hug.

      “—-thanks, bruh,” he says after a short while, “you uh, don’t have to stick around, like i dunno, you can go for a walk or something. you don’t have to be around while i— eat…” 

[elfology]

    are those--could they be--? yes. they're finger guns at the grin. he never allows for terribly serious moments to linger long, being the super chill tiny guy that he is. ivy returns the hug with gusto, sprinkling in back rubs and patting, even some squeezing. there are no boundaries in this friendship, really. it's hard to have them when you named your shared huge dog after a recovering drug addict actress.

    "no prob, bro-tato," he responds, and there's a certain sweetness lingering in the timbre of his voice. he laughs, and it sounds like bells. "uh, it's whatever. i can stay up here if it's, like--weird. i gotta spend the money on the guy's credit card anyway, so..."

[loraticus-deactivated20150206]

     ”Shit, I thought I’d get away with it lookin’ like a fancy pattern on my shirt.”

     ”Not as good an idea as I thought, apparently.”

[elfology]

    "well, who'd you kill? or, like, maim. or seriously injure, maybe?"

he's covered in blood, too, but the deep purple sweater he's wearing helps to mask the color a little--it just looks like a sauce stain, really, except a bit browner. no one ever suspects a tiny blond with pointy ears. no one.

[lightperks-archive-blog]

"—no. what’s that even play on."

[elfology]

    "goulash. it is a meat and veggie stew that is very hearty. very filling. and i have the best recipe."

[elfology]

tho do be warned, this is probably gonna be a really "rare appearances" blog since i'm trying to limit my time for school and shit. anjam and skylar are probably gonna take more precedence.

[lightperks-archive-blog]

"—what do italian ghosts eat on halloween."

[elfology]

    "------ghoulash????"

[elfology]

    "i'm not covered in blood??? you are. but whatever, don't take my word for it or anything."

[cockkkkkkkk]

[elfology]

god fuck i hate me... why did i bring this blog back IT SHOULD BE IN THE MCDONALD'S DUMPSTER

[animalair-blog]

     hear that? that’s the sound of a manticore’s stomach rumbling. unfortunately for dear sterling here, he is one of those new age types.      you know, the ones that don’t like killing even though ha, guess what, they kind of need to, what with all that “if you don’t, you’ll go manic and probably go on a rampage” thing.      how unfortunate. guess he’s going to have to pick up a steak or something. 

[elfology]

    gaze sharp but cautious, ivy fox removes his sunhat. (he's well-aware it's dark and cold out, and that they're indoors, but he thinks it looks rather sharp.) he's been hesitant to move or make much disturbance or even drink his coffee--he knows how sterling gets when irritable--but now he thinks it might be time to go in for the kill.

    "bruh--there's a body downstairs. i figured it was??? about time. so."

[swallowthesound]

[boara]

HE THOUGHT HIS LIL FRIEND GOT BAKED INTO A COOKIE I AM 100% DONE AWHH